That’s the title of my newly-commenced masterpiece, an answer to Heidegger.  Where did the time go?  Well, Nachmu was waylaid by a fierce bacteria, thanks to Nachmu the Elder, who was up and about only two days after he was made ill.  Me?  Two weeks.  Two weeks of miserable pain and fatigue.

Of course, being a father, husband, business-owner, contractor, etc., the work remained while I was miserable, and after two more weeks, I think I have caught up.

I could not have caught up without the love and tenderness of Mrs. Nachmu, who used to wear the moniker “Deb the Merciless,” but was, this time, tender and merciful.  Thanks, dear wife!