Just back from a walk with Peretz, we're both shaking the cold out of our hair, it's damn cold.

Settling in to a restful evening at home, sort of nice for that to be a disappointment again.

Fingers hurting from the cold, cold pressing through the window.

Driving home from Greenfield, was thinking about where I'm at with things, it's been a strange few years of being a nine-to-five sap. If I felt like being tedious, I could go on & on about the challenges of reconciling an artistic vocation with the demands of adulthood, it is pretty challenging, have had a hard time feeling and acting like myself, seem to be getting better at it.

Peretz is eating his dinner.