I don't believe this

I don’t believe this.

But if you look up Amazon: Endings: A Book for Almost Everyone, by Betty Jane Wylie, you will find my book on Kindle with the cover blurbs and a sample (opening) chapter. At last!!!! I guess I don’t have to offer you a sample chapter here.

Now, if only my publisher would send me the books I ordered six weeks ago.

I just cut a paragraph of self-pitying complaints. Not my style. Or maybe it is?

I have just gone through an annus horribilis and (some of) you have suffered through it with me, suffered me through it. Thank you for hanging in there. SOW: I looked up the phrase, remembering it from a speech of the Queen’s (in 1992). Wikipedia filled in the gaps and listed the events in a few famous people’s lives that led them to their recognition as horribilis. I bow, or curtsy, to these people and I am humbled and grateful for my blessings.

When my son Matt and I travel together, we have a line we start saying to each other as we go through the tedious obstacle course to push our bodies through time and space, delays and checks, searches and scrutiny, to reach our destination. (Getting there is NOT half the fun.) We say:

“Are we having fun yet?”

The affirmative answer is a long time coming.

So with this ordeal, almost over, I hope, it has been a long time coming.

I am NOT having fun yet. I don’t blame you if you want to leave. Tomorrow I will start blogging, I mean blogging, again.

Maybe tomorrow will be another day.

IT IS TOMORROW, I think. This blog disappeared but I found it and copied it into this morning’s blog which will be delayed by another unbelievable delay. You probably think I’m going paranoid. I think I’m going bipolar.