I'm still feeling unstuck in time. I think I've been postponing writing The Last Riggs Residence Roundup not only because my body kind of broke down this morning (chills that sent me back to bed for a morning nap amid the space heater, followed by sweats within 10 minutes of waking up again, and I still have occasional trouble breathing but I'm chalking it up to the weather) but because the whole thing brings on the melancholy. So many people crossed off the holiday card list because they're no longer in this plane of existence, and so many generations after me who don't do the card thing and so I don't have their mailing addresses and in many cases not even their email addresses. It's all Facebooked or Instagrammed or TikTok'ed now, isn't it? So tech moves on, something I've gotten used to at work when it seems like we need to learn a new app or procedure every month, but I haven't quite let it into my personal life. So I'm giving up until I can make that transition, after which I may not miss the writing process any more. Except for here, of course!
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