Just When I Thought I Was Out…

Reader, it turns out dissertations have a great big gravity well, with the pull of a 1,000 black holes. Light can’t escape. Thoughts can’t escape. I can’t escape. Just a few weeks ago (weeks. ago.), I waxed poetical on focusing on the now. Look, I tried. My intention until, oh, about two days ago, wasContinue reading “Just When I Thought I Was Out…”