One of the reasons I got an on line journal was to put myself in a position where I would feel compelled to write something every day. I tend to slack a lot when I try to write on paper. If I'm going to stay in practice, I need some sort of goad. Or goat. (Hi, Frank.) And it has worked. I do write something every day. The bad news, of course, is that some days I write something dull. The post I wrote last night is a good example. Sometimes I have thought that it might be a good idea to make these dull posts private, so as not to inflict them on everyone. But then I have thought that, if I make only the interesting posts public, then my life will seem unduly attractive, and I might provoke the deadly sin of envy in some readers and then where would I be. A promoter of the dullest of sins! So I decided that there was no good reason for me to conceal the fact that, most of the time, I'm really, really boring. Trust me. It's all for the best. When you have read through one of these incredibly dull posts, just think, "my life could be this dull!" Then you will rejoice in the good fortune of not being me, and I will be the promoter of joy. It works out well for everyone.