Someone is going to observe that I haven't concluded a post from way back in November about my stalker's recent arrest. Frankly, I didn't get the full enchilada of details until late last week. Things like trials happen slowly.
Although I've somewhat wrapped my head around the situation. I might have a resolution and am now processing how to write about it. Sometimes the facts open up more questions. Questions which need some sort of interpretation. Helping find meaning that's of use to me and my readers.
That means, that as these things go, resolutions are never what I want them to be.
Which means that I write without being a solid jerk about it. Or putting too happy-fuzzy of a spin on a couple life lessons.
This takes thought. Which is still coming.