my grandfather Harris just died yesterday. i never met him, even though he lived close by. don’t know how to feel about that. of course, there’s a lot more history/nonfiction to it, but that’s the basic gist of the sitch.
if i owe you an email or a drink or something (like maybe a proofreading/critique, hm? sorry Jackie!), please forgive me, but i’ll be retreating into my shell for a bit, until this complicated weirdness settles in, like a disease that i can at least live with, if not understand.
peace out.
don’t forget about opposing the war while i’m away.
good bye.
