I'm back from the road. Europe was a blast, and now I've returned to my normal life. Lately I don't know which one is more normal. When I'm touring and getting more attention than I can handle, it seems oddly familiar and somewhat deserved, even though I'm the down-to-earth, level headed type. When I'm back home shuffling along in relative obscurity and mediocrity, it just seems odd.
Is there an existence that represents a happy medium out there? I don't want to be bored to tears, but I also don't need to be going out every night. I guess I'm just looking to be a fairly balanced woman's number one fan.

Recently I reflected on my folks. Mine just coexist - mom mostly just yells at dad, but December 2010 will be 55 years for them. I'll likely never know what being married that long would be like, but then they'll never know what it's like to date new and different people for thirty or more years. Still, some part of me wants to marry early and right in my next life.

I'm pushing 50. I think if I don't at least find an heir soon, I'll just move to some foreign country where everything is cheap and live like I'm on vacation the rest of my life. My job these days takes me to all corners of the earth, and I could be based anywhere . . .

. . . but then I'm almost done remodeling my house, and I kind of like it here. And like Moon River, there's opportunity waitin' 'round the bend. I have a lot of friends that I'd miss, not to mention the withdrawal I'd suffer from the lack of smog, traffic & crime. What's a bachelor to do?

I'm writing this early on a Sunday morning. I've suddenly decided that it's too early for me to be up. If I weren't alone, it would be a different story. I might be making someone breakfast in bed, or driving out to get her fav newspaper, or clipping a few roses from the garden, or drawing her a bath, but there's no one to fuss over, so I'll just go back to bed. Enjoy your day.