I'm back! Hi!

The trip was great! Weather sucked the entire time, but the sightseeing was still very fun. My kitties were soooooooooooooo glad to see me.

Woke up at 3am. Should be fully rotated with one more long day like that.

Waded through 1500 pieces of mail, read 30 of them, needed action on maybe five. Let me know if you wanted something from me and haven't heard from me by the end of today -- it means my "delete" key was overactive!

Why don't I DO stuff?

I just re-read two journal entries, one containing several unusual things I've done and another listing things I haven't done but coulda or woulda liked to. I'm struck by the fact that most of the interesting things I've done were done more than a decade ago, and the things I'd like to do have sat on my "maybe someday" mental list for years.

Was I really so much more interesting ten or twenty years ago? Does this have something to do with being a grownup with a mortgage? Why haven't I done more of the things I'd like to try? What am I so afraid of?