I look at my husband and wonder where we went. The couple we were when we first got together. Our bodies may have limits, but we lack the sense of adventure that we used to have.

Just the journal of a guy. In many ways, I regret that.

Friday, August 19, 2011. Teachers often called me Heather. People who met me and forgot my name used that one in its place. Coworkers mistakenly summoned me by it. Actually, that and having to write or say 12 letters every time I spell out my name.

I just spoke to my birth mother. A lot of this year has been rather stink-tastic. My stress level is up to there and my emotions are not far behind what with work and life and injury. Today was going to be a good day. Today would involve treats and specialness and presents and cake. How about a cuppa for the drive to work; perfect! The first .

Saturday, January 01, 2011. Another year has come and this year I feel the need to be resolution-ish. I need, and want, to do some internal rewiring of my brain.