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I wonder what this portends. My horoscope for the week, via Rob Brezney in the Indy: Taurus: During my recent visit to the Burning Man festival, I faced a dicey dilemma: what to do with my eyes as I talked with the many women who wore no clothes above the waist? At first I steadfastly

Love. Today is our five-year anniversary. Pretty amazing. Of course, we joked: “What’s five years?” “Wood.” “Heh. I got your wood.” “I would if I could.” “I wonder why we don’t get enough wood.” We both looked at Ray. She grinned.

Excellent. There’s a good story online at The Third Alternative by Martin Simpson: Last Rites and Resurrections. Brief, maybe five minutes’ reading time.

Heh. Do not click here. Especially if you’re a guy.

Okay. You may not see much here for a while; I’m going to be working on putting together a website of my dang-fangled programming own. So any advice is welcome…. It won’t be pretty. I think I can promise that much. But at least it won’t be on Blogger.

No news is good news, right? Sorry. I haven’t been gone, just…well. You know. I’m finally feeling better about Jonathan. I still tear up whenever I let my self think about him, but I’m balancing out the feeling that the world has changed into something I don’t like anymore. I don’t sit and dwell. I

Dag Nabbit. First, it rained and fogged all weekend. I had been planning to take Ray to the Balloon Classic, which runs for three days over Labor Day weekend in the Springs. Nope. For the first time in twenty-seven years, no balloons made it up. Second, Dale was going to come out next weekend before

Test. Via ***Dave. From an online test by Nestle’s of all people: Your fantasy man is a Rebel with a Cause You just can’t help it. Bad boys just get your heart pounding. Maybe it’s because you know deep down your fantasy man isn’t trying to be bad, he’s just trying to express himself in

Love. Whenever I’ve been getting frustrated at the world lately, just dwelling on it and digging in to it, I’ve been thinking, “Is this more important than Lee? Is it more important than Ray?” Obviously not.

Balloons. Wow. This week has flown by. This morning, going out to do laundry while Lee slept, Ray and I saw balloons. Of course we had to follow them. We managed to get right underneath them, pull over, and wave at them. I waved. Ray said, “Badoo! Badoo!” over and over. We picked the little