Here we go, dear subscribers. Time for another wildly disjointed post from your favorite slogger. I can’t help it, but it’s my blog, and I’ll float in a babbling brook of shallow stream of consciousness if I want to. Or, as one writer friend commented, “It reminds me of my journal entries lately.” It’s not that I haven’t tried to come up with something pointed and straightforward. Honestly, I have, but to no avail. There’s just too much chaos to consume. Every. Single. Day. I find it all hard to digest, and instead come down with yet another case of agita, as my Italian grandmother used to say. Sound it out:…