In September, I found out that a man can’t write a book in the midst of preparing for his own wedding. (At least not this man.)
In October, I found out that a man can’t write a book in the immediate aftermath of his own wedding.
In November, I had a medical emergency, a possible TIA (or else the mother of all migraines, the doctors still aren’t sure), which left me tired, groggy, and with a calendar full of appointments with labs and specialists. Also, we took on a roommate to save money, which meant we had to clean the flat from top to bottom and back again.
We shall see how December goes; but my Beloved Bride (formerly the Beloved Other) has given me the green light to give my work top priority.
Apropos of which, allow me to introduce Sonya to you all:
Sonya is the one without the beard. Thank God.
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