Heavy heart.

After the near disasters of close calls last week and only 14 to go before I hit that magic six-month mark, I thought I could get a couple of entries ready and get a jump start on next week.  Then I slacked off completely on Friday.  Yesterday, I mostly slacked off, only writing one short paragraph, which on Sunday I promptly deleted.

Today, Sunday, June 11th, 2016.  Outraged and saddened I published a short entry.  I have nothing left to post at Midnight.  Nothing, save this.  I don't feel like trying to be funny, or thoughtful, or poignant.  I don't feel like posting an angry, railing diatribe.  I feel nothing but a great sadness today. 

This may very well be the end of the Ramble.  

 ...Peace...

Here we go again.

I didn't have much to say for today, as usual.  I had considered just skipping it, after all, I'm still way ahead of the curve.   Skipping it until my Twitter and Facebook feeds lit up.  It's 1930 CST (7:30 pm)  (UTC -6) Friday night, November 13, 2015, and the fecal material has struck the ventilation impeller.   Now,  I'm multi-tasking, CNN on the television, BBC World News streaming online and Twitter.  CNN is currently reporting 153 fatalities in at least 6 different attacks.  France has closed its borders, and restricted all flights in and out. 

Initially, I had assumed this entry would go live in January as part of my ongoing attempt to get back into the swing of things.  I've since decided to post it now.  Not at midnight, not in January.  Now, in mostly real time.

Paris, may you find quiet and peace today.