I'm at a really strange place in my long life. I'm used to living alone, did it for years in Tennessee, but sometimes I miss a partner. I don't deserve it one bit, but a girlfriend would be nice. Hell, even a boyfriend would be nice at this point.

But I know neither are going to happen. Hell, I don't even have a vehicle!

I've settled down into what I call survival/creative mode. I've been here many times before, and I know it well.

I keep myself alive, I don't start drinking or smoking until after 1200, or until the dogs leave.

I find satisfaction and reason for being, in the things I create, and which I share with the world.

Words don't get more honest then that...