Appetite for Destruction

Starting around mid-July, I started writing a post about how that month had seemed to have been about change. The post grew by inches but didn't seem to be saying much of anything and what it did say it did so poorly.

When I'd not finished it by the beginning of August, I knew it was time to kill it. I can boil it down to its essence, however: death, birthday, divorce. In retrospect, I believe deleting the post was a mercy--especially from a reader perspective.

I'll try to post something a bit more substantial sometime soon, but I want to sign off with some positive psychic rays pointed toward the southwest. I know they could probably be used right about now.