And yesterday was it.
For the first time in 396 days, I missed writing a blog post. I guess it had to happen; nothing is constant in this world. But you need to know that in order for me to miss writing for a day, the reason had to be major.
And it was.
Looking back on the last year, I’ve had some major stress in my life — much of which I have shared with my RtB fiends. But yesterday was an exception. That is to say, yesterday was consummately stressful. Had to be, right? Or I’d have written to you.
I won’t go into the details quite yet, but the wheels pretty much fell off. They might fall off tonight, too — before rehearsal ever begins. There’s some stress for ya, boys & girls.
So, what does one do when one is so incredibly stressed, there seems to be nowhere to turn? The answer: seek solace in things that transcend mere daily existence.
Yeah, that’s it. I feel better already.
Fink (stroking) out.