Adjusting slowly
Aloha. I’m back. I don’t really have any Diatribe-worthy pieces at the moment, but I wanted to touch base. I actually just scrapped the beginning of an extremely boring tale about my trevails in trying to smoke a pipe. No one wants to hear that, I’m sure. I just spent the first half of the day cleaning and disinfecting my apartment and now I feel sick. Cracking a window to diffuse the fumes didn’t help. See, isn’t this all fascinating stuff?
Oh, I’m not sure if I had mentioned this at the time or not, but one of the events that sent me into my Diatribe hiatus tailspin was when someone crashed into my car (while I was home in bed) and took off without leaving a note. I had to deal with insurance adjustors, appraisers, and other assorted dicks. I had been under a raincloud since then, but now the rest of this summer will be the Summer of Cool Jesus.
