Writing blog posts when you feel like you’re desperately holding on, white-knuckled, to the side of a cliff, is… difficult.  Scrap that. Doing ANYTHING is difficult. Lying in bed. Difficult. Getting out of bed. Difficult. Thinking. Difficult. Blinking. Difficult. Breathing. Difficult. Maybe difficult is the wrong word there. Maybe it’s an understatement. Maybe I’ve just typed it too many times. Either way, this is not...