I have lost all desire to write. Well, that's not true. The desire is there, the will is not. I sat down just now because I have had so much on my mind and I felt as though it would be nice to get it out. As sad as it sounds, typing has become easier than writing. Maybe not easier, but quicker. But when I sat down, and opened up this "web log," I had nothing. No words. No wisdom. No truth. NOthing. But I'm gonna make myself say something. Because I turn 30 in 9 days. Goodness. 30. Not sure how that is possible. But the last time I wrote on here I was turning 29... so I figure the least I can do is write once a year. For posterity.

I read an article about a couple who lives as though they were in the Victorian era.

http://www.vox.com/2015/9/9/9275611/victorian-era-life

Sounds intriguing. Not that I would want all of that lifestyle. The clothes would "wear" me out (ha). But I like the simplicity. Not being tied to technology (as I sit here and write on my laptop, while casually texting a friend, and sounds of the television drift from the next room).