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We are a week into the new year, and while things are going well the important thing is that I am feeling better about where I am and what I'm doing. I feel like I have spent the past week thinking about what I want to do and where I want to go and how I want to get there. It feels good to have some (not a lot) of peace to those ends. It's a constant evolution, it's about change.

On a lighter note (finally) I am gettin out of town again. Don't get me wrong I've come to love Portland in a way that just isn't right. But sometimes the Texas boy in me craves a little bit of home. I never thought I would say this, but sometimes I need wide open skies and flat landscapes. I want to go to a city where the tallest building has 20 floors, where there's an average of 277 days of sunshine. A place where tumbleweeds really do blow, and there are thunderstorms instead of a constant drizzle, and if you wait five minutes or so, it'll be gone. And where the cotton farmers either got too much rain, or not enough rain...

So I may be out of touch for a while, and hopefully I will have some good stories to tell when I get back. I mean I know everyone thinks their family is crazy, but mine really is. All of them, but especially "you know who"...

I don't know Jesse V. Bass III, but I hope he doesn't mind my using his great picture of a West Texas thunderstorm.