With a huge exhale, I dare a glance at the timestamp.

One year ago today, after tearing apart and rebuilding one of my websites, I published a piece about...

Well that's... odd.

I'm blinking through a bleary fog that won't clear.

I grew up believing that I had to come up with a really, really great idea and then protect it like ...

This hill's 1,000 feet and I'm at the bottom of it, making my way back up after reaching the midway ...

My eyes are unfocused, staring out the window at... I don’t know what.

Ava woke me up this morning with an unassuming nudge. That's not the abnormal part, though.

I'm sitting by the back windows as the storm clouds roll in.

"Yeah, I don't know... I try not to think about it."