This is a post about not really having time to write this post. No, I think it's a post about why it matters to me, at all, about writing a post. No, it's probably going to be a post about the things I would be doing if I weren't writing this post, all of them necessary, mundane and not worthy of notice. It should be a post about how nicely my life is working out lately, in spite of the barriers I keep putting in my own way.
Maybe I won't write a post today. I think I'll have another cup of coffee and get back to that fascinating book of essays on the people of Firefly.