Who’d have thought it? I’m still struggling with the persistent remnants of last week’s chest cold, exacerbated by my recent travels to Williamstown and Washington, and after spending most of Tuesday writing a piece that refused to come easily, I found myself without enough steam to open a doll’s envelope. So I gave myself the night off, very possibly followed by a day off. If you don’t hear from me again until Thursday, that’s why. My head is full of wonderful postings (doubtless the source of all that gooey congestion), but they’ll just have to stay in there until I feel like doing more than absolutely nothing.
Later.