My brain is shot to hell, and though I’ve spent the past thirty minutes trying to piece together a blog entry – something to do with emptying your inbox, and with diagnosing what causes work backlogs – I have nothing to show for it, aside from seven or eight abortive, fractional starts, collections of partial paragraphs and half-finished run-on sentences.

I’ll spare you those, but as I’m having a hard day, I at least wanted to point out I sure did try, in the hopes of earning some partial credit.