Back among the living

This sign - which was posted at James' old apartment complex - states that every summer has a story.

It's barely the second half of July, and already, this summer has had a lot of stories.

I've written about most of them, at least briefly, but one thing I have not mentioned is a low-level but persistent health issue that suddenly became a lot less ignorable earlier this week. One trip to urgent care and a lot of antibiotics later, I can mostly think again. Regular posting resumes this weekend, hopefully.