Why don’t I own a hoodie? Oh, right, because I live in Texas.

Where it is just now cooling down, thank goodness, and it’s still super humid.  I don’t mind the moisture in the air when it’s cool out, but the summer is a lot like breathing through a wet sweater made of wool and tears.

Anyway, I totally did write a post yesterday, but as you may have noticed, it has not been posted.  It may or may not ever be — we’ll see.  The thing is, I sit down and type what I’m thinking, and then (ideally) before I hit publish, I proofread and edit out anything I think I shouldn’t currently be saying to the internets.  Yesterday I wrote about a potential sadness that involves more people than just me, so no posting that for a while, if ever.

And you thought I had no filter.