Sometimes Equanimous Observations During 10 Days of Silence or Notes From a Midlife Crisis

This wasn’t planned. I’m a reader, not a writer. A critic, not a creator.

OK, I know how to write. I wrote a dissertation. I write a lot of emails to friends. I’m a master of writing acerbic histrionic yet somehow witty and charming complaints to customer service departments. But I never write for pleasure…