Even though I am poised to take over the world, even though I have more readers than ever before, even though I live and I breathe and I endure a day, a whole day, just like all the other days, sometimes, sometimes say when I’m not quite up to snuff wherever snuff might be, sometimes when I’m a little out of the pink, a little on the bruised side of peachy, sometimes when I sleep at all the wrong times, sometimes when my computer behaves badly or I’ve had to do more transcription or more database work than I would like or when the tiny little pressures of life come pinching pinching pinching at me, sometimes when my socks itch at my ankles but my naked feet are too cold, sometimes when I’ve been staring at the computer too long and my eyes sting for the looking, sometimes, when I am drenched in banality and mediocrity, sometimes – yes —, sometimes I haven’t got any story to tell besides this one, and sometimes, I don’t have an opinion much about anything.

I will allow that.

SS