Somehow I don't feel like my day is complete if I don't have at least a little bit of down time to myself.  And some days the schedule really makes it tough when it is so full of other stuff.  We didn't leave Shelli's until around 9:30 so we didn't get home until 10:15 -10:20  and I went and did my church job, which took an extra long time because I watched somebody drive around the church parking lot for about 20 minutes.  I was figuring that it might be mischief but concluded it was probably a father letting a kid get in some practice time.  Then I caught the last few minutes of a ball game and just sat for awhile.  It was as if I had to rest up to be able to do all the stuff I do before I go to bed.  I do think about not writing this.  It seems quite a burden.  And I wonder about the usefulness of it all.  But a comment every now and then from one of my many (6) followers makes it all seem worthwhile.  I know that it is dull, but that is because I am dull.  I can't write something that is not true, so dull it will probably be most of the time.  Who knows, maybe someday something really exciting will happen and I'll write about that too.  Until then I'll just keep on trying to make sense of it all every night when I keep doing this for whatever reason and keep looking for that pizzazz.