writing

(Yes, that’s a reference to True Detective.)

At one point not very long ago, geologically speaking, I wrote in a blog of some kind virtually every day. That changed for a number of reasons, including too many of my coworkers getting far too interested in what I was writing. But, also, at the time, I was aggressively single, and wrote about the comic adventures of dating after divorce while nearly middle-aged. And, of course, I wrote about my phantasmagoric year of exploring the inner workings of the health insurance industrial complex as experienced by a cancer patient.