It's back...! I don't have much energy, still less desire and certainly didn't feel like rooting around in dusty file boxes, but I've been at it for hours--with no end in sight. Already, it's causing certain releases both physiological and otherwise, but as of 3:13 p.m. CDT, I feel profoundly sad, and it's not my sadness. Feel as though something big and nasty's about to hit and hard. Skull's imploding, and middle of back's smashed in.
John
John