There has not been time to post. Or write. Or think. But there has been time to play Scrabble. Because even if it's a birthday or a holiday, it's still Tuesday. Even if you haven't slept in three days, it's still Tuesday. Even if there's an asteroid on a collision course and the world is due to end on Wednesday morning, Tuesday still comes. And there will still be soup and Scrabble.
The last two weeks have been brutal. All the vowels just huddle together in the bag, only coming out in big herds like junior high school girls.
eyeearnjay kicked my ass all the way up the street one week, then kicked it right back down the next.