I haven't picked up my camera in weeks. Canvas and paint lay like fallow fields. I have them packed up in a box that I've not opened since I've relocated to Northern Ontario. It's not a sin or a crime. It just *is*. I just want to be involved in some really great art.

As with other people I know, sleep hasn't been a good friend and come around regularly. I watch movies and read books. Compose journal entries in my head, sonnets for you to consume. But I never get around to posting them. And upon reading, they don't seem very interesting anyhow.

These aren't complaints, just notes.

Christmas is over (thank goodness) and things will be back to 'normal' before too long. They are in the checking of references stage of hiring, so I may have a job before the end of next week. That will be another choice to make. And a relocation to a much more Northern part of Canada. Baffin Island, I believe.

In any event, time to pretend to go to bed.
I'll be right back, readers.