A bad day.

For the first time in a very long time, I didn't post on a working day. My  l  a  c  u  n  a  had nothing to do with the Black Dog, a Jewish holiday or Mercury meandering into retrograde (whatever that means.) It was due solely to the crush of work which started early this morning and only just now has begun to abate.

During offensives (which often gained no ground) in World War One, there were times when either the allied forces or the entente forces would fire literally thousands of shells a minute at their enemies.

That's what today was like.

They were coming in faster than I could bat them back.

But now it's 6:30. There are corpses about and shell-holes. The smell of cordite and burning flesh.

That's how it goes sometimes.

That's why I didn't write.