Well, not really.
Things have been hell. My oldest just turned eighteen, and he's determined to live like a twenty-one-year-old while my husband just nods his head and says "make sure you put some gas in the tank." I'm working at a spinal clinic as a records clerk now, and I'm bored, frustrated, making mistakes and wildly underpaid. I never have any time to myself lately, with the usual things like housework, laundry, cooking all the meals, and trying to rein in my kids and their various homework assignments. I can never get to my computer long enough, or alone enough, to draw or scribble any fic.
I almost lost my second dog, Kobe, to parvo last week. It was a close call and expensive in vet costs, but I'm grateful that I still have him. He's a pitbull-mutt mix and I adore him. He's like my shadow, but with a wagging tail.
Not much going on creatively. My Face of Love painting is finally getting published on the cover of my stepmother's upcoming book, The Beauty of Love, out soon this spring. That's why I turned off the print option that I had on it out here, since I gave permission for it to be used on the book. Not that anyone noticed, anyway, but still...
A few family crises have been averted, but we still have a long way to go. My younger brother is home from the hospital, actually has been since October, but we almost lost him, so any recuperating that he does, even baby steps, is a reason to cheer. My oldest sister is back to work again after several months of being laid off. My hair was starting to fall out. My favorite aunt in Georgia is currently in skilled nursing and hospice care, so it's been a long road of just watching and waiting as she declines in function and health. This hasn't been a great year.
I hope my friends out here are doing well creatively, professionally and personally. I probably sound like a buzzkill, up here complaining, but that's why my updates are going to be sparse for a while, and perhaps less than finished.
Take care, everyone.