Writing is hit-and-miss lately. Actually, everything is hit-and-miss lately. Analysis is only so helpful, but I realized yesterday evening that some of my moodiness might be about the season—Thanksgiving isn't my best one anymore. The antidote, ironically, is the exercise of actually giving thanks for how richly I'm blessed. Even so, it's still a little rough, and that's OK. I need God.
Behind on email, so hopefully I can catch up a bit on that later today. Very much looking forward to some time at a coffee shop this afternoon between meetings, schedule permitting. I'm thankful for my city.