2015: Year of the Woolf

It’s been a satisfying and frustrating year; one of highs and lows, hope and something approaching despair (never actual despair; there would be no talking about full and ripe despair); productivity and slackness; the joyful and the maudlin…. Where am I going here? Straight to Dickens, it seems: 2015 really has encompassed the best and worst of…

Blergh

I’m still alive. I’ve been sick for almost a month, but I think I finally felt the flu virus loosen its cold, dead grasp on my innards this past Monday. I am definitely not myself yet but I can, without an exaggerated amount of effort, stay awake all day now. I am getting some work…