Tonight came too soon. I'll get to it earlier tomorrow. I was a bit paralyzed today, which brings me to a bit. Sort of. Kind of. I read an item in the NYT last week commenting on this kind of waffling that's going on now. Writers are hedging their bets or softening the blow or backing away from definitive statements.
I sort of know what you mean.
It's kind of difficult.
Maybe you're right.
Like that.
Well, I'm a mite tired so I'm going to bed.
Now.