Thanks for the post, Jules. I appreciated it.

It may be due to the recession (isn't everything these days?) but I'm getting a lot of comfort in reading about my past as opposed to looking to the future. In fact, the future for me, in many ways, is so uncertain, and it really isn't fun to think about it much detail.

I've saved many of my previous blog comments pre-blogger comments and it was neat to see the readership that had develop (and had left). I wonder where all those strangers are now.

I've been feeling a bit conflicted about what I used to write about - sex, mostly - and what I feel safe to write about now. I feel more vulnerable somehow. Why is that? I suppose over time I've became a bit more private out of necessity. Or that many of my most interesting moments have circled around mundane adult milestones and/or bitching about life in general.

But I feel like I want to write like I used to, maybe not about my personal sex life, but issues that have been twigged in my head lately. I'll work on that.

But for now, I've got a man in his underwear wanting to watch a movie with me. So, best get on that (har har).

Sometimes I get to thinking about this blog, and how it's becoming clutter in my already full online existence. But then sometimes I have days like today.

Today, I was inspired to start filling out a passport form. The form asks for places you've lived and worked in the past 2 years. In both of these areas, there had been some changes, so I had to really think back. As it turns out, it was all right here. How comforting to know that my life (at least since 2003) is right here at my fingertips.

When I read back to previous posts, I always seem to read over the 'golden age'; when my relationship with MW was new and shiny, when I was living alone and working in The Best Job Ever and being completely candid about talking about my genitals. I tend to not think too much about all that has happened since then. It's nearly been a year already since we've bought our first home, it's been 3 years since we adopted Sweetie, I've changed jobs, traveled, and so much more than didn't even make it here. It's amazing really.

I found myself thinking last week that I'd euthanize this blog, that I've converted to Facebook and that's the end of it. But then I realized that Facebook's major failing is that there is no sense of history there. It's all about the present, whereas this 'little piece of the internet' gives me such great insight into the past.

So, we're not going anywhere.