...on my own.
It's been 12 years since I last posted anything significant here, and a lot has changed. I've become successful in a field that I didn't know I was good at, I live in a house in Saint Paul instead of an apartment in Minneapolis, and I've made good friends that remain so even after moving around the country. I have a cat named Taylor. I'm a cat dad now!
Some things are the same, though. No wife, no kids, and I'm running out of time, methinks. After living with a friend for two years, I'm back to living on my own as I had for 20 years prior. And I'm still as romantically hapless as ever. One woman I was seeing had a financial emergency that she needed help with every time I saw her... I was glad to help out until I figured the game. I could go see my ex, but of course that's a bad idea. A young woman kissed me last week, and I've barely been able to think of anything else, even though I almost certainly screwed that up somehow (no word from her since).
But. I'm still here. I'm still trying. Taylor has my back as long as I still feed him, at least.
