There's something going on here and I don't know what it is, do I?

Mr Jones here, checking in. Clueless as always. It's been a very strange era in my life. Living on my own for 280 days now. Just me and Finn McCool and my messes and projects and thoughts filling this house. I find myself going down blind alleys and emotional storm drains pretty often. I heard someone mention doing their morning pages as prescribed by The Artist's Way earlier this evening and that sounds like something I should try doing. Along with hitting the gym, meditating, eating right and getting enough sleep. The list of stuff I ought to be doing is getting as long as my arm.

Thank god for friends and fellows who will listen to my repetitive bewildered accounts of who am I what am I where am I where am I headed etc. Must get boring to listen to. Gets boring to say.

Maybe better times ahead. Maybe worse? To quote the loudmouth in the back of the Perry St. clubhouse "You'll find out!"

I'll find out.