Still breathing

I can’t even say how long it’s been since I was here, but something about these pages perennially calls me back.

Who knows if any of my old readers are even still here, or if you have moved on to the more digestible format of 140 character fragments that seem to pervade modern communication. I think that’s what I’ve always loved about OD, that one had space to let it all out, for better or worse.

I regret not keeping up here, and letting my diary wither, but much like an old true friend, it remains here whether or not I come to call.

I’m back in Florida.
I’m painting again.