After being gone from my home all weekends, except for one, in February, it's good to be here today. Oh, don't get me wrong. I really enjoyed my time away from here in February too, but I've really grown to love my space, my 750 square feet of stuff and things I like.

There was a time when I really didn't want to be anywhere near my home. I just found too many things that called out to me to do around there...."dust me, feed me, launder me, clean me, organize me" etc. Is it just because I'm a little bit older and maybe my hearing's gone out (all those rock concerts!) or what that I don't hear those voices anymore?

I'm thinking that with age comes priorities and now, the age I'm at, I just don't find it too important to have a completely clean, organized, dust-free place in which to reside. Rather, I like my little place, and I especially like that I have a Saturday where I can do whatever I want in it!