This is a hard thing to do.  Every night I end my time in my office by getting into my blog and I write something.  Somehow it seems different then when I wrote in my notebook by hand.  I'm not sure which entry is longer but at least all of you can actually read it when I type it.  My typos are getting fewer and fewer because my skill in typing is growing.  That is of some consolation. But the actual task of thinking of something clever to write is the hard part.  I look at my days and they are usually so boring that they don't give me much of an idea.  And when something interesting happens with my work I quickly see it as having little interest to you all.  But somehow I keep on typing away.And sometimes I actually end up with something that I find interesting or thoughtful.  The comments that I get from you, though rare, show that things mean different things to different  people.  I see that you interpret words differently then I do and it surprises me when I see how they mean something different to you.  But that is good.  It keeps me alert and trying to be as precise as I can be.  But even then there will time when I just don't clearly communicate my thought so that you know exactly what I meant.  Such is life.

Your mom and I do worry about all of you.  We know that you have your struggles and your joys. As much as my fantasy world would get rid of all of your trials, in our real world I know that that is not possible or right.  We all just have to face the individual path that is before us.  And the truth of it is that most of us probably wouldn't chose someone else's troubles if we could.  As for me, well, my life isn't perfect, but my blessings are just that. (blessings) and I wouldn't trade them for anything except what they can be when I get to a better place in my life.  What I mean is that my future will be better then my present and I am anxious for those times short term and long term.  But I am happy to see it come to me one day at a time.  More then that I probably couldn't handle anyway.