What next? I simply get back in the habit of writing here every day? Seems easy enough. If I can keep this site from becoming an unintended invitation to correspondence then I should be okay.
The subtitle of this page is "Emails Without a Home..." Etc.
Sometimes it is nice to know that someone out there in the darkness is reading what you have written. Sometimes it should only be darkness out there.
This is a time of notorious California rains. We're in the national news again for yet another biblical curse. There has been flooding throughout the state. I have been using the word deluge to my friends, because I'm a twat. The skies have been gray for more than a week and they will continue to be that way for the foreseeable future. Rain seems better than fire. Any plague, Oh Lord, that these old bones can bear.
I have been building an ark in the back yard, to god's exacting standards. I will stock it with two of every animal that tastes good or has a nice ass, and all together we will ride this out.
I think I stole stole that from a Beatles song.
What else? Should I catalogue my relationship problems, the difficulties of being a parent, the experience of not drinking after the holidays, my job? Or maybe I could post my favorite recipes. Hopefully there will be time for all of that.
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