I started thinking about this earlier this morning when checking email and found a few curious things that had come over the wire. And I did more thinking about it this evening after watching Star Wars Episode III for the second time, first time in the theater - wondering whether I should be spending more time doing things like that.
Whether it’s for certain or not, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll change my mind tomorrow. Heaven knows that in my free time I haven’t been able to think of anything but this for a few months, and over the past two or three weeks it’s gotten much worse. I told Berta last night at an ultra-rare child-free dinner that I was sorry that I had nothing else to talk to her about because my life had become so consumed by it.