Aside from my usual lamentations, I've only had problems with social interactions this month, and nothing really to write about. I have been fairly happy, or at least too tired of complaining to the same old people, or too busy making better friends with my friends, to exhaust you with my usual breed of posey. Sometimes, a scientific hypothesis and a poem work in much the same way: they are formulated in order to solve or evaluate a problem. What can I say? I don't have that many problems. Perhaps my only problem this month was not talking enough - although I don't see it as a problem.