I'm only blogging in months that start with A

Not really, but it seems that way. 

Everyone [who cared to read] had to slog through my lengthy essays on what, exactly, comprises and characterizes what we refer to, in common parlance, "an asshole," and while I was in the middle of my scholarly studies I was hit by real-life fieldwork.  I don't think I'm going to make any reports on my findings for quite a while, if ever.  But I'll say that I've learned a lot recently.  It hasn't all been good - not by a long shot - but I've gained valuable experience.  I'm becoming more cynical by the day.

Instead I'll jot down some inconsequentiae:  Such as... I realized this evening how weird I've become.  I simply must eat the same thing for breakfast each day, and it's those jaw-breaker granola bars, slathered with natural-style chunky peanut butter.  And I even ate one of them this evening (just now) because there was just one (they are packaged as doubles, but I gave one to a child earlier and had one left over) in a ziploc bag and I needed to eat something (or anything) so I could take my medicine; why am I taking medicine?  Because I had dental surgery.  Why am I eating tooth-cracking, earthquake-causing hard granola bars both morning and night when I should not be eating anything of the sort?

Refer back to how I realized in a sudden burst of self-enlightenment that I've gotten a little dotty in my middle age.  Now, go read my other blog, which has been far less neglected than this one; that's where all the action is.  Something new will be cranked out there within a few days, but until then, you can sift through the archives on that blog when you've got insomnia and need something to put you straight to sleep.

Tally-ho, adios, break a leg and crack a tooth.

The funniest part of this photo is the caption that came with it: "Photo of Dissatisfied Woman Eating Granola Bar."