flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
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.