April Showers...

It's early April, however a June gloom has a strong hold on the skies of Los Angeles, the February winds have come back to Minnesota for an encore performance and the rest of the country appears to not know if it can trust Puxatony Phil anymore.

Not more than a week ago I wrapped my last movie, a great story called "The Bucket List." If you saw Jack Nicholson bald at the Oscars...yeah, that was us. And now I find myself in the all too familiar situation of unemployment/freelancing/"just inbetween things." So as per usual, I will return to Minnesota for a bit, eight days this time. Family, friends, and a bit of perspective perhaps, for this time unlike previous unemployments I'm honestly not sure what's next. It wasn't log ago that I thought I would be writing an entry speaking of my departure to NYC, though unfortunately a big part of that idea fell through. I could still do it without the aid of a free place to stay, though if that happens it will have to be a bit later now.

No I don't know what's next, I don't know where I'm heading off to, nor what I'll be doing next. All part of the adventure I suppose, though tonight I'd rather be going to bed with the feeling of knowing I'm going to soon be in a place that finally feels like home, and not just some place I'm visiting.

Soon enough I suppose, and so it goes, and so it goes...