Stuff is going on.
For now it still feels more like leaves swirling in a dust devil -- lots of commotion, fluttering, interesting to watch -- but not a lot of form or purpose.
Maybe stuff will coalesce into stuff worth publicly commenting upon.
Maybe it will continue to not.
Maybe a blimp will fall on me.
Life is funny that way: whatever bad news you think you're prepared for, you get the other kind.