These last couple of days have been difficult in a lot of ways. I resign myself to copying and pasting my old documents, translated from photocopies of scanned paper documents in files from decades ago, as a substitute for writing anything current. I don't have it in me, so I'm phoning it in. This stuff is as stale as old Saltine crackers. But I want it to see the light of day, so here it is.
It isn't good, and it isn't all bad, but it is revealing of where I was at 20 years ago. In some ways, I haven't fallen far from my own tree. Just fallen out of it, maybe.
I'm putting off writing about my current experiences until I can muster up the energy to tell stories again. I've emailed with people and talked on the phone and that wears me out. I don't always have it in me to write a second or third account of things. Maybe I'll get permission and copy and paste more personal correspondence so I don't have to.
Goodnight.
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