It is currently 2:12am on the 4th of November. I can’t remember the last time this blog was written. Two layers of clothing (one hooded sweater, one water-proof jacket) are doing their best in protecting me from what seems to be a mild Autumn evening (from what I’ve gathered so far) in Chicago. I am 18 floors from the street below me, which in this case is literal, because I am huddled and typing atop of a remarkably small balcony (considering the price of living in virtually any home 18 floors above anything) facing a collection of even taller buildings in which I can’t remember the names. During that last sentence, I couldn’t for the life of me pay attention to the keyboard, due to the fact that the four lights on top of the tallest building in the center of the group were flashing in perfect time with the music playing in my headphones.

I wanted to listen to a playlist thrown together using Spotify one evening that I couldn’t fall asleep (read, stole half of from a very popular list I was sure none of my friends had heard of, and then retitled after adding a few personal selections) and decided to take full advantage of the monthly subscription fee I had been paying. Instead, I’ve chosen to listen to the tried and true Pandora channel that has been working brilliantly for over 3 years; long enough that its username has survived 3 of my self-inflicted “rebrandings” but luckily had a familiar password.

Ok. I’ve been distracted beyond what I had originally aimed to explain to you when I wrote the original sentence about being distracted. I had an idea (my todo list told me) to make it a point to put something in this blog that served as some kind of “update” (apologies for assuming you’d like any kind of update) on the goings on that has kept me busy since the last time we met together in this small corner of a website. It’s not much, but it’s home. I now realize that I’ve spent a good portion of three paragraphs doing everything but, and in doing so only explaining nothing.