All weekend I’ve been struggling with this post. I have been reading posts of others and scouring the news (TomKat split up? Oh no!), and still, I feel uninspired. I’m trying to decide whether that’s a good thing. Usually when I post it’s because something or someone has gotten under my skin. But right now, unlike Gilbert Grape, there’s nothing eating me.
I’ve written my way to, and through, a breakup. I’ve written enough (for now?) about predators and pedophilia and alcoholism. I’ve grown weary of all these weighty subjects.
I need some levity.
And so, I give you (and me) this: