A Placeholder

Summer is not my favorite season. The hives here and there on my body sometimes threaten my sanity. Arms, torso, neck, legs: one or two here, seven or eight there. Why have they appeared? Why do they stick around and act up on and off for weeks when the warm weather hits? Those are good questions, and possible answers include: pollen, sun exposure, mold, and insects.

No, I didn’t sit down at my keyboard to complain about my skin eruptions. The big one on my arm (which is, I am quite sure, a mosquito bite) got itchy, which made me look at it and see the other five red spots in its general vicinity. (If nothing else, publishing these paragraphs will provide me with something to look back on when I get itchy next summer and begin to wonder why.)

Of course, what I’m probably really doing is procrastinating. I know what I want to write about, but don’t know if I have the wherewithal just now.

Complicating matters might be my uncertainty about audience, purpose, trajectory.

Be that as it may, everything stays. We’ll call this post a placeholder: for allergy observations and a theme that needs extensive exploration: the Incarnation of Christ and what that means.