Don’t start with excuses. Do not start with excuses. Ugh. It’s hard. Running through my primate brain are excuses, mounds of them, unorganized masses of intestinal goo waiting to spout forth in a spray of forgiveness seeking slime. But I’m resisting. I grow attached to cute turns of phrases. I reread and rework and generally stick in a circling pattern over such sentences. Yeah, I know, nothing to see here, please move about.