Back on the Lakefront

I am not wild about starting out on my own again.  At least one benefit is that I am living within walking distance of the lakefront.  That and I am not far from Lincoln Park.  There will be a a lot of photo opportunities.  I plan on doing that to keep from going crazy.  I'll be putting them online and maybe try to sell a few prints.

That, and I can finish the novel I didn't write this month for National Novel Writing Month.  I start every year and generally go about 10 pages before I give up or just go blank.  This year, I had a good story, characters that were more develped than they have been in the past.  But things got in the way.

All in all, I'd rather be working, or rich and famous. I'm flexible.  I can go either way.

I'm Trying to be Thankful

Spent Thanksgiving in the hospital.  Prostate infection had me backed up like Holland Tunnel at rush hour.  I spent the whole night before sitting on the toilet or curled up in a fetal position on the floor, wishing I would die.  I did get a turkey (processed) sandwich at around 10:30 Thursday night.

My first wife suggested that I should have gone to her room and told her I was sick in the middle of the night, because she stilled wanted to be there to take care of me.  The next day, she was reminding me of how she couldn't wait for me to get out of the house.

So next week or the week thereafter, I will be moving into my tiny apartment.  It will make it hard to go to First Wife's bedroom when I am having chest pains, or anything else.  But enough of feeling sorry for myself. 

It's a new world.  Hope it's better than the one I'm in right now.

Welcome to My Happy Home

I went to look at an apartment today.  It was in my old stomping ground, only a couple blocks from where I lived when I was single and Arthur was King of all England.

It's small, but it'll do.  I don't require a lot of space. 

It will be strange being single again.  At least I'll be able to eat my dogs with onions again.