Ask me how I’m doing and what I’m working on, and I have no good answer. Working. Just working. 9-5, and producing nothing. Nothing quantifiable, so. Here I am. Wanting to answer your question and not having a good enough answer, and I wonder if I delay responding long enough, I can respond properly. But life doesn’t really work like that, so I’m left staring at a blank screen, letting the text get buried in piles of distracting things, and maybe I’ll be mature enough to dig it out one day. And maybe you’ll be understanding enough to forgive me.