One year ago to this day I stopped posting shit on here.
Today is today.
Man, maybe I'm just not cut out for being a writer. I can't even keep a blog. If I went into journalism like I planned I'd probably hate it. Could I be another kind of writer? What the hell kind of question is that?
I do like writing though. And thoughts are good.
But it's just another day over here. More snow. Somewhat less coldness.
It's still cold though.
after evening chores, late winter
3 weeks ago