I remember deciding I was tired of microscopes and was really an artist anyway. It was raining, hard. It was some time mid-March. I don't know the date. Aubrey was born four months later.
I wrote this fairly long blog about how I was going through some difficult personal stuff.
Isn't everybody? So I voted no.
What I'm dealing with is challenging, but not disastrous. It's human stuff. It's the somethings that always are.
I'm not going to write about it here. Later on, when it ages a little and if I glean something useful from it, I will.
I'll work it out in the work. I'll do my best to be part of the solution within my reach, and will not worry about the rest. I'll try not to anyway.
It's difficult not to look at the world and it's difficult not to worry. But I learn. The more I learn, the less I worry. It used to be the other way around. Somewhere, I turned a corner.
I finished another wedding piece today. I played Tak II with Orion. And tag.
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Now is for reading, then sleep. Sleep is good.
Now is for reading, then sleep. Sleep is good. 
