Feeling...

like I do not know what to do with this blog anymore, not that I have done much with it so far. I want to use it as a way to leave part of myself to Andy after I am dead, but I do not know that he will be interested in reading it. Therefore, the real reason is for me, I guess. However, I do not want this to be a diary in which I merely vent and blather. I think the real thing to do is try to write something each day, even if it is small and meaningless to others. The habit is the goal, not the daily content. Not all days are equally evocative.