I got a new home Down among the fish and grass and stones I was taken down because I stole money that was owed You can have fun with a little fire But if you take me as a liar You can count your days And watch the steps you take You can find me at the bottom of the lake You can find me at the bottom of the lake At the bottom of the lake, where the roots all grow Sun don't shine and the wind don't blow You can find me at the bottom of the lake Oh, you can take a penny You can put one upon each eye I rode a pair of concrete boots on the cold day that I died

I’m around for plotting at the moment. I can’t seem to write anything. I’ve been staring at the same draft 4-ever. My mood is just low.  I spent the day with my cousin who is in hospice. So it’s just a difficult time. 

Just some mention of maintenance things:

I plan on selecting a new fc for my Angus Edison. A muse which has been dormant since I returned to indie.  So I will be rolling him out sooner rather than later.