Yeah. I’ve gone dark. Turtled up, stuck my head in the sand, shut out the noise. My dad’s dead, there’s work to do, so much work to do, and meanwhile, there’s a forest fire raging just over the hill, spilling ash and burnt pine needles on our doorstep and we don’t know if it will cross the highway and chase us out of here and the sense that life needs my attention more urgently than any impulse to narration is overwhelming me and yeah.

I have to focus on just coping.

Maybe just for another few days, I don’t know. As long as it takes me to stop feeling overwhelmed.