I have taken to writing in  private journal.  Writing my thoughts and keeping them, private.  It is quite nice.

Tomorrow is back to school and tonight I am planning  family dinner, one where the TV is off and we all sit at the table and enjoy the pleasure of each others' company.  Is it weird that we never do this on  regular basis at all.  This is my daily confession.   I know we should and studies show and all that jazz but we just don't.  It is sad. 

I can't think of anything else to write.  Maybe when my house is settled and quiet I will attempt to write more.


Oh yeah, read Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.  I promise you will not be sorry.