I've been gone far too long. I have trouble coming up with a topic for most of my journal posts because the day-to-day details of my life tend to be a litany of complaints. Who cares to read about that sort of thing?
Now that I think of it, maybe people do want to read that sort of thing. Think of how many "reality" shows are based on watching other people's misery. Intervention comes to mind. All the "big-brother"-esque shows are basically an opportunity to wallow in the misery and self-inflicted (and rather artificial) drama of others.
I don't think I can change my ways. Just listing miseries seems somehow wrong.
One bright spot. The last week of July, Sis and I are going for an overnight visit in St. Louis. We'll spend the day shopping, relax in a 4-star hotel (if there is one) that has a jacuzzi and a day spa, hit some of the better restaurants and then collapse for the night. Next day we'll spend the morning at the Fine Arts Museum, maybe visit the Wax Museum, then head home. If tired, we'll stay a second night and somehow bear up under the strain of more good meals.
I'll try to be more diligent in posting.