TWELFTH NIGHT

I could have sworn that I already wrote a post in 2020 and here it is the 5th of January and apparently I only wrote it in my head. That happens a lot. Whole conversations take place in my head. Whole posts written and discarded into the spaces between the folds of my brain. If all that is still in there, on top of the actual conversations and writing that I’ve done, imagine how crowded a place my brain must be! The sun is peeping out, though there is a lot of cloud cover higher up. It peeped a few...