Our winter was very grey and non-existant. Boring and disappointing. It's nice to feel spring coming. You know it's coming because you can smell the earth again.

I am actually working on something that isn't cephalopodan right now. And when I say "working", I mean, "I did some doodling on some paper one night, and haven't done anything with it since". But I have intentions. : )

2005 was the first year in many that didn't actively suck. Yes, I suffered a wicked art block through most of the year, but that was really the only bad thing about it. I met some great people (One in particular.), I found yoga (Perhaps yoga found me.), and I really started living again (Instead of just breathing and staring as I had been for the few years previous.).

2006 is going to be good. Because I am going to make it good. (I learned in 2005 that it is up to us to make things happen, and, more importantly, that we are capable. I think I knew that all along, but somehow I forgot. But now I remember.)