I am enjoying a season of change. Trying new things, taking better care of myself, being gentle with my thoughts. At the moment I feel proud of myself, feel quite lovely, and thought it might be nice to document that–something to look back on, maybe, in some troubling season later on. I have to remember to capture the good times and appreciate them, rather than my lifelong tendency to hang onto the rough ones.
A couple of weeks ago I had oral surgery. I was pretty concerned about this event; there was some risk my sinus might explode during the surgery. It didn't! But there was a bone graft involved, and some mention of the boundary between my mouth and sinus being paper-thin, so
Last month I mentioned I've been illustrating issues of Letters from Hill House recently. I've been tinkering with the medium, the level of detail, how casual or intentional it all feels. Was really pleased with the latest one. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy doodling with pencils. I'm giving some
Sometime back in February, maybe March, Squish observed that it was lighter in the mornings than it had been in awhile. Her point was clear: We can go for morning walks again, Daddy. We'd gone for walks all throughout the summer and fall of 2022, venturing out by 7am, but