An exhausting week, and plenty still in play between me and the weekend. When I'm not feeling tasked by workplace issues, it's health concerns and ongoing battles with medical insurance and related matters. But enough of my ritual complaining. (Yeah, right.) My nominal leisure time's felt odd, too, with me often defaulting to weird, low-level, obsessive binging of things I hadn't really been interested in. It's a somewhat narcotic reflex when the rest of life is feeling oppressive and threatening, which it has been. (I really keep looping back around to the complaining.) This has been going on at least in the margins for the past several weeks, and has curiously seen me moving through all twelve seasons of The Big Bang Theory , and then through most of its still ongoing prequel series, Young Sheldon . It all reminds me that if I give something half a chance I can find something to latch onto. There's an odd safety in it....
A group of writers each take a day of the week to say something