disturbing the comfortable

I sure had a lot of stuff saved up. Even though I sense a futility about posting all these stories, I can't help tuning into them. I stalk them like a fly-fisherman stalks the wily trout. OK, or like a fly-fisherwoman stalks the wily trout. My desktop gets cluttered with these stories and my comments. This is where they go. Whoop-de-do.