Long past time

Folks, it has been some time since I have posted. It's not you, it's me. I have a condition more serious than treating books as people but less serious than, well, war. The chemicals in my brain are like married couples in sitcoms: forever bickering but hand-in-hand in a comfort zone. Yes, my brain is Married with Children and the chemicals are Al and Bundy, just with less filth.

I recognise that few people would consciously subject themselves to the maskless workings of my brain, so this remains my book blog, where musings on my emotional turmoil are sidenotes. So the seething of my soul has its own home where said musings . Be warned: I am not exaggerating about the seething or turmoil.