Dear Diary

This past weekend, my wife and I took our little family up to our mountain home. Okay. I realize that is something like saying "...the movie star, and all the rest, here on Gilligan's Isle". The three of us went up to get away for a while, and to stop and see the Great-Grandparents in Fresno. The home in the hills no longer has a connection to the internet. This would be a part of the reason that I haven't blogged in a few days. That, and nothing that I felt like writing about happened of late.

Having spent the weekend unplugged from The Matrix, I feel pretty good. I spent a lot of wonderful time with my daughter. I wouldn't trade that for anything. It was good to be just the three of us. Myself, R. and Lauren. Lauren has really started to develop a personality, and I love it.

I've started a new thing for Lauren. I'm keeping a journal of our daily lives, and writing it to her to read when she is older. I hope that having someone real to write to will keep me dedicated to writing. I always wanted to keep track of my life, but I never felt compelled to write to myself. After all, who reads their own journals with any real interest? I'm hoping to leave my daughter a little history to keep all her own.

That's what I've been up to.