Keeping a publicly accessible journal means that my lovely wife has a good deal of access to what I write. I’m learning to use all of the channels of communication available to me in chronicling my life / expressing myself / whining / etc. I figure this site is just another line connecting me with the people I care about.

In coaching my wife on the Jedi ways of full internet immersion I’ve begun to unleash a dual edged sword – now that she is more connected to the world, the few remaining places I can hide disappear. Not that this is a problem; I try my hardest to be as transparent with her as possible. We’ll see if I like this or not.

My sister is here tonight. She still qualifies as the person I believe in the least, but I see progress. Slow, maddening progress.

Strain in a relationship is like kneading bread. In bread, the pulling and stretching allows the gluten to form a network that makes the final product strong. A good relationship is soft inside, tough outside, and salty. So somehow those are related.

I don’t know. I’m tired. I get like that sometimes – weary, even. Now I gotta lay a smack down on my kids.

Hopefully tomorrow will be less tiring.