Sometimes a word interjects itself into the stream of consciousness and appears, fully formed, swimming into my ken, apropos of nothing. Just now I picked up: cabriolet

Over seven months, and it’s still a novelty to me to be here. Three moments of homecoming:

-being housebound in illness for a season, I sense the solidity of the house around me, capable of containing our greatest hopes and greatest fears

-during the holidays, I am struck in the thought that my parent’s house is no longer home, as it had seemed since I moved out for school, and later for work

-as a property owner as well as a homeowner, I go outside inappropriately dressed to do a task, realizing after that I didn’t consider it to be ‘going out in public,’ and then relishing the thought of becoming an eccentric neighbour

From dreamless sleep to instant publishing…

I seek, as all must, to contribute. The revolving planet captures it all and allows some to have an audience of others.

Over the course of my professional life, my sense of a year has been changing from an academic September-May to a fiscal year of April-March. It is better this way, to work 12 months with breaks interspersed. It feels more like life.

If I were to start writing again on this site, who would read it?