I have cut way back on my out of home activities- this is about the fourth time in the last few years that I have consciously done it. At a certain point I decide that I want to be home more evenings, especially since I now have a dog and a cat.

So let's see: This last week, I attended a choral evening put on by Byron McGilvray (sp? I'd have to look it up) who had, in two weeks, put together what turned out to be an accomplished group. Fun. Lots of music, ranging from South American songs to Folk Songs to Stephen Sondheim.

On Thursday I went to a memorial service. On Friday I went to the usual music night.

Three times a day I roam around the neighborhood with my dog and smell the flowers and watch the gardens grow and chat with others doing the same thing.

Three afternoons a week I go to the office. I am the only employee so there is usually enough for me to do.

Otherwise I pretty much spend my days alternately at the computer or reading in my big chair.

It is my contention that anyone who works full time doesn't have time for *real* life. :)