What Was I Thinking

I tried to retire this dumb blog and I think my impulse backfired.  I guess I need it as much as ever, so why pretend anymore.  Sometimes blogging feels like tying notes onto rocks and throwing them off a bottomless cliff, but I'm not really doing it for anyone else but myself and it's helped me get this far with everything I have to do.

Cancer has entered my life again in a huge way over the holidays - not me, but someone I love dearly, and I'm trying to spend a lot of time with them and do what I can for them.  I'm looking at life in a way that I haven't really observed it since early 2012, and it isn't fun or life-affirming.  I don't feel like going into a whole lot more detail here.  At least I have friends and family and art to hold me up.  I really don't want to go back on medication again after being off them so long and doing so well, so I tell myself I have a perfect right to be depressed right now. 

Since last year I've been drawing more comix.  I'm working on a new one now.  Some of the only things that makes me feel better are making art and cleaning the house, so I better get to it.  So what if most of my readers are in Russia.