Hi readers. Thanks for hanging in there. I’d have written this sooner but I was waiting for a flash of profound understanding about whether ‘epiphany’ is singular, or plural.
Turns out it’s singular, but so vast it can buy beer and cigarettes without having to show its phony ID. So here’s the thing about epiphany for those of you who haven’t yet experienced the ‘big one’. Epiphany is what you experience when you know all the other epiphanies [singular] you’ve had during your lifetime were BS and the one you’ve just had is REAL.
You probably can avoid this by listening to talk radio.
Anyway, I’m logging on here because you readers are among the things I appreciate about being alive this long so I figured I might as well drop in and say hello. I’ve been silent a goodly while because I didn’t figure I was going to live this long and there didn’t seem to be much to say that wouldn’t go just as well unsaid. But there comes one of those moments when a person has to admit, “Screw it! Ain’t any damned telling how long I’m going to hang around doing thees stupid life I’ve gotten myself into. The sooner I get back to doing stuff the sooner I’ll get it over with, I reckons.”
So here I am, indefinitely, doing pretty well all things considered. Pretty damned well. All things considered.
I’ve got some heartening news for those of you who get esophageal reflux, and some interesting things you can do with Masa Harina, but I’m going to keep you on the edge of your chairs and just announce they’ll be along. Stay tuned.
Assuming I’m alive, everything else being equal.