…And, we’re back

Magnolia, Fifth Street, May 2025

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing more for myself. Believe it or not, I’m tired of writing about Donald-fucking-J. Trump. Everything I’ve written here is true and there really isn’t much more to add except the loss of our Democracy. Yeah, that.

I’m good though. The last four years have been quite interesting. Definitely not the fun, careless, crazy AKAFrankGreen years, but good nonetheless.

Oh, and I’m cancer-free. And married. And 60. How did this happen?