When I was in the habit of writing this blog at night I routinely did not remember what I wrote about by the time I woke up. Now that I write it about a week in advance on my way to and from church, well, it’s just hopeless. This goes through my fingers, on to the note pad, then into the internet, and into your brain, and never again into my own mind. So it goes.

Maybe that’s just because it was difficult to write while distracted by my computer, and now it’s difficult to write while distracted by singing along to Frozen I and II. Roby seems to like when I do that, and that’s as good a reason as any to embarrass myself and write a sub-optimal ramble-blog.

Sorry gang.