Reality set in today (for the nth time) as I tried to eke out work-hours while Char was away with Jay from the house, for as long as she could do it with her tenosynovitis and morale keeping up with autumn mist-rain.
I got about 4 hours, not all of them good.… Read more
Spent the day trying to work, again, although I had promised to keep weekends off. It was not a good or efficient work-day, nor a good family day, then.
But I felt I had to give one last effort to do more on the live-talk about Real Robinson, because there had been so many interruptions during my ‘week off’ to do this very project.… Read more
Terror. In London – again. Plastered all over the old news media – interviews with bystanders, victims, TERROR TERROR TERROR in the headlines.
What the hell am I going to say to my son when he gets old enough to understand?
I mean, isn’t it a crazy, crazy world we live in?… Read more