From the journal...

Well, even though I haven't been faithful in terms of posting stuff here in this blog - I've been jotting stuf down in a journal whenever I've had the chance. The result is quite a bit of hand-written entries that haven't been transferred to my blog. Whatever.

I figure now's the time to jot an entry down. A small one, because I'm t the Cape for the night and I'd like to relax for a little bit before bed. I was hoping to sit outside for a bit, soak in a little o the nice, night air - or something along that line - but it seems I'm gonna finish up with this entry, maybe read a few pages and crash. Point of reference - these entries are usually done at one or more of the bars I enjoy hitting after work, before I head home. I'm not sure where I wrote the one below.

This entry did not have a date attached.

- Some people are lucky enough in life to never understand what it means to realize just how vulnerable we are, all of us, to the reality of danger in life. Even those who have a grasp of the concept of our mortality - the knowledge that we are but flesh and bone, susceptible to unexpected or split-second moments where our safety and comfort are violated - even those who get that but have never experienced it, are lucky. Why? Because without the actual experience of an unwanted or unexpected attack on one's person, there remains a certain level of innocence in one's life.

And when you get right down to it, there are certain forms of innocence which are precious to still lay claim to as time passes on. Shedding some forms of innocnce are necessary.

But some - some are precious. -

Actually, now that I'm rewriting the above, I believe I wrote that while at the bar in Quan's Kitchen while I was waiting for my dinner. Good Chinese food, as far as Massachusetts is concerned.

Long pauses.

It's been a while since the last time I dropped a few words here - and this is going to be little more than a perfunctory entry, seeking to break the lapse I've once again established.

I've done a ton of journal writing by hand - and I really should get some of that down in this blog thing. Then again, is this blog even worth it? Who knows?