Consider this a placeholder, an acknowledgement to my few but treasured readers, a fart to blast away the dust that has been gathering on this blog for the past two and a half weeks. I’ve been trying to regain focus, both in writing and in life in general.

There has been some progress on both fronts, but nothing to brag about. As for writing, I have the beginnings of a story. It’ll take some time to turn that into something that doesn’t suck so you won’t be able to read it for a while.

As for life in general, I don’t see anything too horrible on the horizon except for the imminent death of Acoustic Kitty. I don’t know when that’ll be. I just want her to be as comfortable as possible between now and checkout time. I would prefer that to happen on her timetable rather than having a vet expedite the process. That may not happen though. If she gets any worse, I may not have a choice.

I’ll probably hit the bar tonight, the first time since we got back from Portland. I want to treat myself to a moment of booze clarity,  that moment when I have just enough liquor in my system to stifle the noise so I can make sense of a little piece of my existence. It won’t last. Even if I stop drinking right then, the alcohol in my stomach will snuff out that wisdom after it enters the bloodstream.

That’s all for now. Have a lovely weekend.