So, it's been over a year since I last wrote my last blog entry. Looking back on what Kitty and I have written makes me wonder if we were on some kind of drug bender that has since been completely lost from memory. I can't imagine being in the frame of mind to have written what I wrote.
A lot of things have changed since then. Apart from the cold house and the dishes in the sink (new dishes, mind you) pretty much everything is different - the most relevant being my willingness to sit here and write a blog. When I tried to figure out why I have become so opposed to the idea, all I could come up with was "every thing's more private now." It seems life's problems have become a tad more serious than being unable to find a clean teaspoon. I could write for days but it wouldn't be amusing and it wouldn't be appropriate.
Just thought I'd throw that out there.

PS: I do capital letters now.