At least a dozen times in the last month, I’ve sat down to write something about what transpired in while my Dad was in the hospital (my perspective, the take-away), the epiphany I had on the nearby beach on his final day in the hospital, the crazy-ass story of the crab claw that my neighbor flushed that wrecked my building’s plumbing for a few days (soon enough, it’s a scream now that it’s over), news about book #2 (later today!) and all sorts of other good stuff.

It’s the Dad stuff and the epiphany stuff that is holding me up, admittedly. Suffice it to say, in the most positive sense, the experience gave me a lot to think about and a lot upon which to act.