Hmmm, a full life isn't always easy to encapsulate. In fact, I don't think I'll try. I quilt. I work on old sewing machines and smell like ancient machine oil. I tinker with laptop computers and haven't friend myself. Yet. I work full time and wish I didn't, talk a blue streak and am glad I do. What a journal is about? A work in progress, taking on its own shape as it goes, I think.