So you’ve noticed that I’ve been quiet.
Really, I haven’t. I’ve got about 50 drafts of what I wanted to say next, but I’m over-thinking this one. Also, life has left me breathless. I don’t know where the days go. I look up and it’s 1pm.
The lunch with Frederic was not what one might think it would’ve been. And it was, in fact, me who asked for the lunch — not the other way around. But more on that to follow.
What has come of late is real life. And the unexpected. Things that cannot be reduced to anecdotes.
Once my head is wrapped around this week, we’ll resume with regularly scheduled programming. And maybe some peek into these 50 discarded drafts.