moment of bending

even though I'm not done with McCoy, another story begins to emerge....

--aa

There is a chapter in my life so black, that even with the longest reach of memory, I cannot retrieve a single page that is redeeming.  Yet I try.

Kristin was the only woman I ever struck.  The price I paid for it was high, because that reflexive, backhanded slap impelled her, several days later, to propose to me, and the lurid bruise it left across her delicate face persuaded me to accept.

to be continued......

updating...

to my friends, few though you may be...

i've seemingly left the hapless mr mccoy in the lurch, but in actuality i've been sketching out his fate...

but events have intervened--a flurry of design projects that need to be converted to construction contracts, to keep my business alive.  also, having completed the training portion of passive house certification, i have to complete an intense practical exam by the end of the month--all this demands every bit of my (limited) faculties.

so please stay in touch to see if i let mccoy off the hook, or leave him to stew in the juices of his own brewing.

cheers--

--aa