Not much to say except to want to keep this blog alive for some reason I'm not sure about yet, but something akin to not burning or destroying journals. This is the register of my life, after all, for whatever it may be worth. It is not my life, but given my memory problems, it is a way to remember that life and try to hold its high points in my heart and learn and be humbled by the low points, of which there are enough for me to be humbled a number of times over . . . .
