Who? Me?

Where have I been, you ask? Hmmm ... Well, I've been here. Right here. In this chair, Ms J. In front of this monitor. But I have been unable to compose anything that (a) makes sense or (b) is interesting.

I still haven't spoken with Dan or Meagan. It's stupid, I know. But I will. I will in my own time.

Lately, I've been feeling afraid a lot. Afraid of doing the wrong thing. Afraid of doing a dumb thing. Or a hurtful thing. So I've done nothing. Am I paralysed with fear? Yeah. I think probably I am. It's not just the kids. Or old what's'erface. There are other things on my mind as well. I'll get it sorted eventually. I always do, don't I? Eventually. In time.

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

I wonder what time it is now?

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