Daylight.  Again. 

Making pasta, folding laundry, biding life.  Maybe I will start writing informatively and with detail someday soon, like Mary does, instead of these cryptic, lame, lazy non-efforts --an excuse for a post.

In the meantime, try this.  I have been visiting my archives. 

I think I have designed everything I have done in my life to make obvious the fact that I could have done much more, with the intention to inspire in any casual observer the question (or at least the desire to ask), "what went wrong here?"  But that comes from an antique need, long obsolete and unresolvable by anyone but me.