He is at the car rental shop right now. His few belongings are packed and ready to go. We have had some poignant farewell moments this past week, none that I will get into now because I have a weakness for the melodramatic.

Being alone, again? Existential angst, mild fear and wonder.

On being alone. If you look at the recent blog-page visitor counters, it looks like a desert. It’s my mistake. I was trying to lighten digital weight of the Studioblog, which I think I did. It should load up quicker on your side. Except, I zeroed out all the counters. At least I didn’t trash the whole website. I think we’re back to business as usual. With Luther gone, I’ll return to my usual routine of writing every other morning.