Yesterday, April 1st, I had every intention of sitting down to write and publish a post here. It did not happen. I’ve had that intention just about every day. I can’t seem to get myself to push through it.

Maybe it’s the habit factor. When you fall off, you fall off.

Here we are with days turning into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years.

The last year or two, I’ve been leaning into quieter things, like reading and needlepoint. There have been so many books I want to record, and canvases that need to be stretched and finished.

Anyway, there’s been good food and good clothes, things that also provide pleasure.

Here’s to April 2nd and the opportunity always to begin again, wherever you may be.