No, I couldn't think of a better title.� It's late.
Today I finally got around to sorting my originals and packing them away.� I hadn't done so since April.� That got me to thinking that it's been a really draining few months for me.�
There were some great pieces in there, things I had forgotten existed.� There were also some of the laziest, most perfunctory pieces I've ever posted.� I could, I think, legitimately lay the blame for that on my various aches and pains, but that's not the point I wanted to make.
Somewhere around when I sprained my ankle, I lost my sense of purpose.� I felt like I was going somewhere, things were building up, aligning, and then suddenly I lost the trail.� That whole "month of butt practice" thing?� Me, flailing, trying to get back on course.
This picture was an attempt to get back on track.�
