Some of you will remember that last Wednesday I put a very short post here including one stanza of an upcoming poem, which I was particularly looking forward to finishing for some reason. I finished it yesterday, a day late, but it can still wait. This is one of those very rare times, as you know, when I don’t feel like sharing interesting-to-me musings, often in the form of a Cursory Rhyme or in The Story of Stu, something I insulate and isolate myself from by having Rhettie and Wally “write and produce.”
But between the tragedy at Texas along with (embarrassingly trivial) conversations here recently, I just want to be quiet for a minute. I don’t know how long that kind of minute will be. At most a week. Maybe only a few days. But I wanted to say something here, already a day late, and say a little bit about why, rather than just go without posting.
Thanks for reading.
Tim
