Henry’s Women (Part II in a Series of Really Long, Really Sporadic Posts)

Hey, it’s never too late to continue a serial that you began to post 8 months ago on a blog that you had forgotten you even kept until you–literally–chanced upon your WordPress account while searching for a recipe on another blog that is completely unrelated to yours, right?  It doesn’t matter that you actually wrote the whole long series of posts that you never posted, literally, 2 years ago, right?  Sometimes the inspiration to post just seizes you, once in a while–or, more precisely, every few years.  What does it matter, this is my blog, after all, and I write the rules here.  Following is the second part of a bunch of long-winded monologues meandering through all flavors of dross, from heavy-hearted anxiety attacks to Henry VIII of England.  See Part I for some context.  Though, “context” may be a bit generous to use for a descriptor, given my idiopathic style of writing:    Continue reading