I'm sorry my letter is late this morning, but I had assorted desk obligations to sort through, finish, return, expatiate on, and/or gnash my teeth over. Then I took a shower and ran and listened to a history podcast about the weird happenings in Munster in the 1530s, a tale I'd somehow never encountered before and one that is even more skin-crawly than the Salem witch trials. Picture polygamy, theological tyranny, crazed followers, handsome weirdo leader, guts, torture, starvation, doom--only it all takes place in pre-Renaissance Germany, not in Waco, Texas. Also it involves genitals nailed to the city gates.
You'll understand when I say I'm having some difficulty retrofitting my attention to the staid task of editing an academic tome.