I have a lot to say, I have nothing to say. It is the age of mental activity, it is the age of physical slothfulness. It is the epoch of expansion, it is the epoch of inversion. It is the season of rain, it is the season of dryness.

I am quite wrapped up in a writing project currently filling me with creativity and excitement that I hardly have time to think about anything else when I am not at work. And I am very distracted when I am at work. So I may be away for a while. Or I may post a lot. I am in a weird yet happy place.