Single for the first time in a long time. The sensation is not unpleasant. So much of my day is spent making things, I can little afford the time required for people. Maybe that's how it always works. Different goals, different ideas. Date long enough, and you're dating a different person.
Working on some interesting ideas for the new website. Back-end technology mostly, with a cleaner front-end. Stripping away anything that is unnecessary. Won't be ready for a while. Book projects keep me occupied in the meantime. My desk has become so thick with paint you can hardly see the shiny plastic base.
Bought a pair of snake-skin shoes, for slithe
Where to begin. These last three months have been a blur, shuffling from one assigned locale to another. Interviews are always interesting, but it never goes exactly the way you imagine. I suppose it can't be helped - people go in to these things with a certain assumptions about me, and more often than not we end up talking past each other. Beyond this, I've become increasingly insular. Half-fiddling with a monastic life, and I can see the appeal. I sometimes wonder if I'll abandon the world and live in a cabin in the woods. Set up a Monastery of painting, with an associated winery.