And yet it is and I haven’t written a word of the H5 and my brain box is pretty empty and my head is pounding from too much … everything. The rain came down hard in Florida on Monday night and I found myself sweeping water out of my garage at midnight. Lightning struck all around me. In the too-bright, too-close flashes, I must have looked absurd in my sopping wet underwear holding my push broom. The new neighbors are terrified. There is, of course, another, more scandalous story involving me in my underwear climbing onto my roof and breaking into my own home recently so I’m establishing a weird reputation on my block.
I submit, for your amusement, the following bits and bobs: