Dear Me

My esophagus just flared into burning agony. Heartburn rears its' ugly head. There's a lot going on right now. A lot of irons in the fire, and my, oh my, someone is going to get burned. The next few days are pivotal, in their own way. I can't do anything about what may or may not transpire, but what may or may not transpire will affect my life and the quality thereof greatly. I can't really say anything, or offer any specifics, but things are hopping. And not hopping in a cute little bunny sort of way; more like the hopping of enormous boulders falling down the side of a mountain and onto someone's head. I will let you know.