I've noticed that on my gallery page I have not touch my mood, it still remains depressed despite what little good things have happened. I'm slowly beginning to wonder what amount of medication, if any would lift my spirits, or if such a thing is possible anymore. It's not like me to dwell upon such things, only to look towards the positive and hope for the best.

Still, I have the support of my friends to get me through so I am not asking for much these days, just a sprinkle of inspiration to further my art, a touch of insight in writing stories, and just a touch of acknowledgment that I'm still a living breathing person and not just ones and zeros converted on a display screen.

As fall moves forward I'm not looking forward towards November and my birthday. A half a century looms around the corner and thoughts that in that half century passed, I did not do anything worth while in my life to merit happiness, but still one must accept what is placed in the bowl or go hungry wishing for better. (My god am I thinking like some poor old dog again?)

Still enough about me, for all those who watch, maybe read, I can only offer the best to you for the fall season coming up and best wishes for the winter. In the cold of the storm, this dog still have a shelter to lie under, food and water to sustain one's self and an pat on the head now and then from the owner.

Cheers.