As we see out the year 2022, I reflect back on leaving one office for another, of whales and submarines, of opossums and raccoons and a beagle, of Belgium and Mexico, Luxembourg, Toronto, Austin...and that great moment at the start of the year when I spent time with old friends in Austin and was able to talk about Daniel Johnston and Jack Kirby.
The years have all blurred together and I no longer have a sense of the passage of time other than now, in the pandemic, and in another world we all kind of recall.
I once was a writer. Then I got a job. Possibly as a game warden. It all depends on your definition of wildlife.
Let's see what tomorrow brings. Probably more semi-wild animals in the convent yard, but maybe something more.