Resolutionary

An unfortunate happening, this: when I commit to posting by saying something like, "A post is coming. I wil be right back," it much more often than not, is a prelude to a protracted hiatus. But it's not like anything all that productive happens. It's sort of like I get into bed at a predetermined time, but between incorrect or unintended layers, and discover that there is an object (like pencil [or a pebble (or a pea)]) that is stuck between sheets beneath me, obliging me to get up and negotiate the opaque and darkened jungle of blanketry just to remove it, so that I can have another go at resting. By that point, though, I've begun to think of this or that undone thing, and the litany of projects derailed in process, and what a failure I've been in my adult life, and how much I miss my friends near and far, and...well, this begets a besmirching torrent of regret and negativity at my own expense, which is one ineffective lullaby. Feeling haunted thus precludes sleeping, which culminates with my sleeping until a disruptively late hour. The gray scramble that ensues typically concerns the myriad of life-and-living matters to which I must attend.
That is what happens, in a(n expansive) nutshell.
Today is beautiful to see, and hooray for windows, because it's insultingly cold. Molly and I have decided today to, in earnest, become a greater part of the community in which we live. You know: instead of seeking some blissful endpoint to our wanderings, we'll be here, because this right now is our family and the lives that we are living.
We will see how that goes.

Please end soon, Winter.