It has been a long time. And it almost feels like opening a strange door to a room in a house I am uncertain of, fearful of. Here goes nothing... I feel so uncomfortable in my skin at the moment. My body is swelling for a monthly cycle that may be because I took herbal supplements to do the opposite of its result. I am not an exhibitionist, though I love my legs free. And a short skirt. Big tits were for the other women of my family. I always was more boyish, and it was dandy. One can only hope throwing these pills to the wayside will return my frame to a more quiet shape. Regardless, I step forth into a month that feels fraught with boobytraps, no pun intended. A play in three weeks, Lunar New Year’s Eve celebrations, my favorite, and time to find out if the ocean is indeed calling. Who knew that I would heed the Devil’s Punchbowl’s call so strongly. I couldn’t stop thinking of Angel, my grandmother, and her travels, her art collection, and her style. It all made so much sense to be there. Since leaving I feel like a piece of me is adrift. Waiting for my return. What I do know is despite my deep and resolute love of Texas, I must away. Three of the most key women in my life abide on the West Coast. Time to visit. Portland may be a little too precious. Regardless, Chairman and I will look for a temporary abode, perhaps soonish. I worked an event tonight at the Jones Center. Saw a lot of buddies, and saw more strangers. Served and ate good food. Met new friends, and felt better about older ones. Walked home from downtown awash in a Super and BlueMoon. At 4:32 am my time, we have our first lunar eclipse during this arrangement since 1982. I almost want to chase that orb. We’ll see what I’m up to. No matter what, I hope this remains in the void, and my howls drift like so many into a charged night sky. I love you, Lee Jackson Coffey. Sleep well, Bear.