...to continue a writing after one month of nothing with three small dots could be considered the height of temerity, however it is the easiest way to get the point ----aaaaargh!!!------really, no pun intended, across.
It feels important to me to complete the ideas in the writing I began about Thanksgiving in November. I had begun to describe a feeling of being beset by a cloud of small problems as irritating as a mass of small bugs swarming one's sweaty face late on a summer day.
Clearly, not all those matters were gnat size. A few elephants and hippos were in that swarm as well. They have not gone, continue somehow to try to fly up my nose, interestingly as the day nears its end, just like when I used to go camping. I never did like camping and I do have a large nose, just to clear that matter up in your imagination.