This column is one I reworked a bit from an earlier blog entry last year at this time (I ran out of time this week to write a new one). It's not my best writing or my favorite entry. It is, though, a slice of my life and seemed to go with the fog I'm currently living in this week. I'm trying to see through the fog today. For some reason, it's not working.
I just reread this column once up and feel a bit exposed - not sure I like the style of it for this venue. Too late.
So since I pretty much bare all here, I'm being brave and posting the link anyway. Hopefully I'll be back to my postmodern ironic self next week.
So with that pitiful intro, here's the column.