distracted

Only two deaths in the past three weeks, and only one that involved going back and forth and back forth half a dozen times to the police. (Not a criminal death, just a solitary one and that always provokes a maddening bureaucracy.) And -- on an unrelated note -- I have begun to fear that my 83-year-old mother, who has a variety of physical limitations, is now also losing her mind. This is not a metaphor. And my favorite aunt's cancer is back. Whoever said that life is "nasty, brutish, and short" got it mostly right. Only sometimes it's not short enough.

I'm not sure when I'll be able to post again -- which I suppose is a mercy to y'all considering that I have little to say that isn't limned with despair. I've been thinking of closing down the blog entirely, but I'm going to wait to decide.