My last attempt at posting was met with ill-fortune, which is probably just as well. I had nothing earth-shattering to impart--nor was it slanderous. I was just embracing autumn, as the season when (after a long summer of sleeping late and drinking heavily) I start to Feel Better. I felt well enough today to cut the front lawn that I had somehow managed to avoid since late June. It was like mowing down a forest. If I confine my alcohol intake to the weekend, I do navigate better, generally. Perhaps I will also be able to master my lethargy in the literary department to the point of sending out some query letters for my book. I think my system is ready to endure another brisk round of daily disappointment. I want to be WORTHY of my rejection letters.