In which I start to really take note that I am in between things: strength, spirit and technology, as well as space and time.
In which I lament the fact that everything seems to demand a slice of me, and there are more demands than ever, including my own.
In which I drift from national to regional to personal questions of who I am.
In which I reveal perhaps too much about my bathroom habits.
In which I am put off by an unexpected problem, and it spirals into considerations of how everything is just a badly jumbled mess, and I just have to organize it.