After about three or four weeks of packing up one house and moving it to another, dealing with all sorts of dramas (including finicky wireless networks, failed cell phones, and broken car windows), pressing on through lots of work-related opportunities (new clients, big proposals, brochures to write, problems to solve), to say nothing of what I fear is a recurrence of what could very well be a chronic eye infection . . . well, I finally found some time tonight to write about the shaggy man in the shaggy coat. I even just scratched the surface on all those cats.
But now I’m tired and with the smell of candlewax and ink clinging to me, I am heading upstairs to bed.