Or at least, I say two judging from the comments, no wait make that three, though it's likely there are more who are either too stunned to write in or are actually related to me and teetering between admiration and dismay at my recent activities. Yes, that would be my Lovely Libran sister.
Still, there is a yawning temptation to simply document. In my most frantic recent moments, I find myself too swept in my own reflection or conversely, too intent on distraction. Sometimes the words, "I think therefore I am" as Descartes put it, can be in and of itself, a curse.