Will I keep at bay Echoes of 2008?

 Pencils are unfamiliar

 At the keyboard, I must face disabilities. I do not type, I am trifocals challenged. What it feels like to write with a pencil is a distant memory. What it feels like at a keyboard is imperfection. Crippled.

ditto 2023

The New Year is attended by fatigue, a lack of momentum, and an ever more fleeting commitment to ideas that are hard; that must be coaxed, shuffled, strained, and simplified to enter a public place.   

In 2023 I was powering through a technical nightmare and barely had time to notice a holiday.

The ‘Glimpses through stained glass blog – is sometimes an incoherent public scribble, does it qualify as a journey journal? Or merely an inside look at my distractibility even as I write a line.

In 2023 the visits are rare.

My 2008 year-end review:

Seeking Synergy

Overwhelmed

Inundated

Besieged

Beset

Retirement, will it be a reprieve?

Spring of 2023 starts tomorrow.  Today I am mired in back-ups that date back to 2008 and all those words bubble up again. The TV station will turn 30. I will turn 70 and my memoir -- what will it be?