Greek mythology shows us there were three Fates; if that's taught me anything it's one of them is always pissed off at you.
The last 13 months haven't been all that great for me physically or emotionally. I was the recipient of two micro-strokes (one in May, the other in August) last year causing quite a bit of annoyance to put it mildly. The only physical affect was the vision in my right eye getting quite a bit worse, it punched a few holes in my memory (short term memory being affected the most) and caused a bit of depression. By my 70th birthday I was actually feeling up to working on my writing again, however the Fates had more fun in store. My brother Karl, 5 years my senior, died the day after. We'd always been close and it hit me pretty hard. After deciding that hiding under the covers and not interacting with the world was not the way to go, I tried to get back into the swing of things. Oh contraire, mon aime; my brother Ed, 5 years my junior, died on 4 June. We weren't all that close, we actually hadn't spoken in 40 years (his choice), so it wasn't anywhere near as bad as Karl's death.
Hopefully, now that I've taken a pounding by all three Fates, things can get back to normal and I can pick up where I left off with my writing, commenting, and replying. Thank you all for your patience, it's greatly appreciated.