Pardon the delay in today’s post. I was performing a raw, bare-boned soliloquy for my psychiatrist this morning. As one who feels queasy just passing by center stage, these scheduled appointments knock me off my feet for a bit.
So, please, allow me to slip unnoticed into the background today. That dark, dusty corner behind the prop tree calls to me and my headache. My silliness and I will spring back to form on the morrow.
Until that morrow…