Dear Diary -

I used to keep a written record of my thoughts and activities. I recorded my struggles like some architect of society laying down thoughts and plans for future generations. It was fun and often cathartic, but after a while I got tired of it and stopped. 
I was cleaning out some things a few years ago and ran across my notes. My-oh-my, how my thinking has changed. I used to see huge problems in the moment, that later turned out to simply be small glitches. In all honesty, most of the things I faced back then, which seemed so overwhelming, were simply life lessons being taught to my stubborn ego. Guess I learned something, I'm still here and enjoying life every day. I threw out the notes, don't think they will ever restructure society, but they did give me a good insight on the naïvety of youth.
 Thinking about all this diary stuff reminded me of this joke. You might have heard it but heck, at our age repeating is not a sin:

HER DIARY VERSUS HIS DIARY HER DIARY: Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all  day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late,  but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk.  He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong; he said, 'Nothing.'  I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it.  On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving.  I can't explain his behavior. I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too.'  When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to  do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV.  He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later,  he came to bed. To my surprise, he responded to my caress,  and we made love. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were  somewhere else. He fell asleep - I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster. HIS DIARY: Harley wouldn't start today, but at least I had sex. Wouldn't want to be married to this guy, but it does show  how the male and female can be in two different places  at the same time. Just Say'n Instead of a diary, why not join our blog family and then  you can add comments  every day. Or Facebook and  Tweet your friends about our blog, then we can all write in our diary's together. Hmmmm, that sounds boring.  Just sign up and will figure it out later. Just Say'n