I don’t have a lot of humor, today. Frankly, I’m struggling. The littles are taking most of my energy, and I don’t have much left for normal things, let alone writing. Which, while it should be normal, hasn’t been. I’ve been trying to write the next chapter all week, and been getting nothing.
Admittedly, it’s a weird chapter. I think it’s supposed to be very cerebral, but I’ll let you know once it’s done. I’m trying to describe a very disjointed series of events. It’s an exercise in Show, Don’t Tell, and I think will be more interesting to read than glossing over with “weird stuff happened.” Unfortunately, between the sheer strangeness of the passage, and the week sans Mrs. Dave, I’m not proving equal to the task. I’ll update this if I can hammer it out in the next bit, but I don’t want to leave you all hanging. My apologies.