Delays pile cognitively up

Like New Yorker guilt, which I have my fair share of (resubscribed for my birthday, not sure I’ve opened the app in three months), this blog, with its unreasonable lack of updates, weighs on me increasingly as the pile, as it were, grows larger. I have things, I suppose, to say, I suppose, but I don’t, and I’m unsure why.

This weekend marks the second anniversary of the worst weekend of my life. And, this time more than last year, I can really feel it. Finding time to write, especially recently, hasn’t felt at all like something I’ve wanted to do. But future-me will (may?) wish I had. In that vein, more to come. I suppose.

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