I have a list, taped to the wall next to my desk. I suppose I should blog, instead of doing any of the things on my list. Because all of those things represent someway I can climb out of this life I live in, this plane of existence I have grown weary of, that I have trampled with my footprints, that I have exhausted, that I have outgrown, staring out the window at the rain, staring out the window at the rain is all I have done, and still I have outgrown it. There are places to go! But at the end of the day, still, this blog is all I have. At the end of the day, this blog is what is familiar. At the end of the day, this is all I have to show for myself. And I am faithful to it. And I don’t want to lose any readers. So I write this blog, first, before anything else today.