Porthole

Back... not back

I finished 6 or so contests in January. I wrote a bit here at WDC, mostly short pieces. I've been writing in my hand written journal again (30 pages December/January). I have nothing to write about.

Suicide is sky-rocketing and I can understand why. I just want my life back; and yes, I'm making some progress. I'm keeping track of when I go out and I'm doing better. I'm not used to spending this much time at home, especially in winter. I love the snow but the cloudiness gets to me. *whine whine*.

I may or may not get back to blogging here because there's no point to it.

Cosmos for constancy... October 10th's flower. I do want to get back to blogging. But I'm 863 moons old and still have nothing new to say.

February 6th... finally called my sister. Mixed news at best. My mother is still alive but barely. She's 99. No word on other members of my family.

I feel very isolated.

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