(Feb 28) A whole lot of nothing. Been sick. Mission now… make things happen in March.
Rolling along, same ol’ same old.
Passing under the action. Or the lack thereof.
(Feb 3) Tonight I had the sensation of Billy being behind me. I haven’t felt that in a long time now; I think it has something to do with Romeo spending so much time where Billy used to spend his time. It is bittersweet realizing how many of Billy’s ways were just dog behavior.
I, like time, must move forward.
Romeo knows
(Jan 30) The time is now. I have decided to replay the formula that got me to Brooklyn the last time. I have taken This Side of Paradise and The Great Gatsby off the bookshelf. This time I won’t be reading them on a porch in a rocker, with Billy in my lap and a brandy at my side. I hope the effect is the same. F. Scott Fitzgerald was wrong about one thing, I’m about to start my third act.
The present sucks.
The past calls to me
Change is required
To get to the future.
(Dec 31) Closing out the year, Jesse Pinkman style. My dull December, in one go.
The local fire department gave us a show a few times.
’tis the season, and all that.
I liked this
This home went all in.
The signs spoke again
An artistic opportunity sprang from the darkness, yet to be mastered.
Romeo continued to spend time with me
So long 2012.
(Nov 30) We’re about to start running out the clock on 2012.
Waiting.
Running off.
