on the other hand

 I am distracted from (15).  I have several thousand words to write before I get to "why".   Why does she care, why do we continue on, why things are the way they are, cuz things ain’t over yet and do not look to end.

Jehosephat, I have been busy lately, and I don’t know yet how that will end or when I can continue the story.  It’s not a "story"; it is true stuff.  But I have been totally integrated with the present situation:  I have been HERE for this person who is a refugee in my  apartment.

I have the next installment in mind; I just need the time and the space to write it.

And, the fallout from this interval is yet to be seen.*  

All of the last few entries (now Private) have been in the mask of confession chapter – a coded chapter for "the real stuff".  

Stay tuned.

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*by the way, that "interval" ended badly.

Onwards

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