Back from the weekend away, but I discovered that there’s a large keg of high explosive sitting underneath a friendship that I value greatly. Something within the last few days happened to touch off the fuse, and I’m desperately trying to pinch it out before the whole thing explodes in my face. Consequently, I’m feeling quite subdued, and don’t really feel like composing the updates that I promised last week. The bridge story deserves to be told by a teller in a more humourous mood than mine; the Blitz- or the part that I was involved in- turned out to be a rather disappointing non-event; I guess I’ll talk about Schlitterbahn after I get related things sorted out.
I’m going to come out and say it straight: I’m finding this very difficult, so please keep me in your prayers. Thanks.
