People, People Everywhere (And Narry a Place to Sit)
If memory serves, which it doesn’t very well anymore – (my memory is rather like a grumpy inattentive waiter when you order the Chateaubriand, cooked medium, with a soupcon of Bearnaise sauce and what you actually get is a piece of overboiled cod and a terse “The soups on, you’ll have to wait.) That’s my memory, grumpy and inattentive. But, I think my last burblings were about being overwhelmed, over busy, and life being hectic.