The Ottoman Empire Strikes Back
Just when you think it is safe to open yourself up, someone comes in with battery acid and tries to douse what might be living inside you. The good news is that there is enough distance between me and every other human being on this planet to allow me my own private planet to stand on. But last night after being awakened in my flea bag hotel room after midnight and listening to the ranting of someone other than me howling at the moon claiming the “whole thing is collapsing,” I realized that I don’t have much of a world built back up that could collapse again – I still live on a Swiss cheese planet – which might actually be a good thing, under the circumstances.
More room for swimming pools?
This morning – Blue Moon (as T informed me) already climbing down out of the sky for the time being – I was sent twenty messages of apology.
TGIF.