Thought I'd start a blog. Just seemed like the thing to do.
Actually, I used to have a web page, and several friends and family members have said that they miss it. I kind of do, too, and I think this will be an easy way to continue that, as well as keep in touch with people and let them know what is happening here.
I have to say that it dismays me a little bit to have AOL have these prompts for categories on here, although they don't show up if nothing is selected (so you can't see them--but believe me, they're there): mood, music I'm listening to, and I even had to place this blog into a particular category. It's not always that easy to define my mood or where I belong. I also notice that they don't have moods such as "surly" or "passive-aggressive." Not that I often feel that way, but I think a list of 16 moods is terribly limiting. We're all much more complicated than that, don't you think?
The title of this journal comes from a song by the Godfathers, a great late '80's/early '90's band. The song is "STB," and one of the lines is "I have to hear your sweet voice, honey, breathing down the line." I love that. Makes me think of those late night phone calls to the one you love when you're apart. There usually ends up being a lapse in conversation, and all you can hear is each other's breathing. It can be a very nice moment.