This is the mostly true account of the story that is my life.


I’m in my 40’s now. I’ve been writing a blog off and on for almost 20 years.

I want to write a book. Seriously. I’d like to write a book. Adventures of Me. Or something like that. (Putting this out in the universe to hold myself accountable.)

I’d like to find a partner. Not a business partner, a romantic partner. Or something like that. I hate the word boyfriend, because, well, I’m not in high school anymore (not like I ever had one then anyway.) I digress. I’d like to spend some time with someone who does not suck. Who doesn’t drink to¬†excess? Who has the ability to open mail and pay bills (because that is hard.)

I’d like to find the balance between work and not work.

So, I blog. Or I try to blog.