Here’s a professional revelation: my wife is the secret to my success. She reads my drafts, helps me clear up my jumbled writing, and advises me about matters of tone and propriety. She’s essential, irreplaceable, wonderful, and asleep.
That last one is the trouble, obviously. She’s sick again, and went to bed early, whereas I was late with my writing and have no excuse. (However, I did make more soup for her. This time I used the same recipe, but added chicken. As a note of caution, if you boil a chicken for twelve hours, it stops be recognizable as much more than mush. Hopefully it’s nutritious mush.)
Either way, I sympathize with any inconvenience this might cause, but today’s post is delayed until it can undergo review from my best and prettiest helper.
Daniel, the Usual Fool
P.S. You can always entertain yourself here: