March 17,  2004

        i  think i'm drifting into a nice bog.  Funk.  Baggo.  All that stuff.  And i'm feeling particularly blech about my body and still falling off the carb wagon hugely.  Why, oh why do they need to make chocolate chip cookies taste so good?  And why do i worry about it so much?  i know i'm not very big, so i can only conclude it's because Himself is so (*&^ skinny.  

       With a great butt.  Yum.

       He's been crawling into bed early and snoring immediately, which is not conducive to a lot of "y'know".  And meanwhile i'm still wondering what "they" are all talking about when "they" say the sex drive lowers as a woman ages.  So far and judging by my personal experience, "they" are full of hot air!

       But lately, between His work and my work and all the stuff happening around the house, we are like two ships in the night, passing each other.  i cruised back into the archives to see how last year was, and it seems we had more time.  How the heck did we get so busy this year?

       So anyway, i can feel a depression coming on.  Maybe it's just the time of year.  Maybe we need a mini-vacation.  Maybe a day or two of focusing only on each other would be a good thing.  No phones, no bosses - everything put aside for 48 hours.  

        Hmm.. and i know some of the bog - funk - baggo is because we are out of sync with our usual rituals.  

        Is it spring yet?  

PS - i only wore green earrings today - the Irish name question remains.     

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