Where to begin. These last three months have been a blur, shuffling from one assigned locale to another. Interviews are always interesting, but it never goes exactly the way you imagine. I suppose it can't be helped - people go in to these things with a certain assumptions about me, and more often than not we end up talking past each other. Beyond this, I've become increasingly insular. Half-fiddling with a monastic life, and I can see the appeal. I sometimes wonder if I'll abandon the world and live in a cabin in the woods. Set up a Monastery of painting, with an associated winery.