I love change more than most people I know. I am comfortable with new things, new adventures, contemplating new ways of looking at events, society, issues. Yet, each Sunday, I wake up, spend a few minutes outside with the dog (a wonderful shih tzu named Murphy), come back in and make myself a huge latte, sit down in front of the computer and contemplate my friends, my life, the events of the last week, etc. I spend at least an hour doing this. I may write in my journal instead of going online, but the process is the same either way. (By the way, for those who want a personal diary accessible online, you may want to check out www.my-diary.org - it's even free!)

I really don't like it when events mess up this little ritual of mine. I used to go to church every Sunday, and I still miss the