The opening paragraph from John Fante’s “Ask the Dust”:

One night I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room on Bunker Hill, down in the middle of Los Angeles. It was an important night in my life, because I had to make a decision about the hotel. Either I paid up or I got out: that was what the note said, the note the landlady had put under my door. A great problem, deserving acute attention. I solved it by turning out the lights and going to bed.

A good analogy for what’s going down with me lately, up to and including the solution. And so far so good, I might add.