Don't you wish things (and by "things" I mean palatable) would fall gently from the sky into your open maw? Or that things (and now I mean bills of substantial denomination) would fall gently into your good wallet?

But they most often don't.

What's up with that?

Most often we have to adapt, because, you know, the universe is one big old crap shoot - and the big guy that holds the dice? Well, just so you know, he's laughing at us right now.

I hear that laughing right now because no matter what I try, these stupid italics keep appearing. Should I laugh? I guess yes, because now I that thought it stopped, the whole italics nightmare is STILL HERE.

I'm surprised that I'm surprised at this.

My whole creative life has been based on what the worst can throw at me - like these italics.

Curse the italics! Wait... they're gone....

They're gone at least for now, but snafus will always be in my world.

I'm carrying on.

Font problems not withstanding.

This is driving me crazy, but revisions and rewrites have been worse - much, much worse.
Not to mention raising a new puppy - a puppy that happens to have major league gas.

Adapt, people.

Adapt.