The Judge RANTS!
I'm presently conducting a lively internal dialogue as to whether I should tell you anything about the latest development (and - trust me on this - that would seem to be le mot juste) in the continuing shit-fest of my health; and, if anything, then what I should tell you.
Oh, it's nothing so serious. It's just that I'm caught between my desire to tell a story in my customarily amusing way and my uncertainty as to whether that story might give so much away that I would come to regret it in short order, even with quite a few salient facts removed. But it would at least explain why my time before the keyboard is being sorely (and that, most emphatically, is le mot plus juste) restricted at the moment.
Can I come back to you on this?