It’s Sunday and how I—we—have changed since…whenever. The question is how, and maybe why, if it happened.
I suppose some of that will creep into my new as-yet-unwritten book. I have intientions, even hopes. I’m finding it difficujl to find me here (in my new place) but I’ve been around long enojugh that I trust my work ethic and will and can forgive my delay. I hope you can too.
Breakfast first.
Anon.