But even within the gay community, the concept of a triad is just too radical for some. Paul had said how relieved he'd be if Dan would only let him have a back room of the house. He didn't care if Dan brought a third person in. But that's not going to happen. Instead something that we fear will truly be the end of Paul is about to happen.

It felt so good to recognize all our feelings together. Our tensions greatly eased, later I relaxed by playing Heroes of Might and Magic III. I successfully rescued Erathia from all the nasty Arch Demons, without cheating! Yes, if I can't make the real world right, then, by damn, I can at least save Erathia!

How to sum this day up? I wrote something this morning on yellow scratch pad while waiting in between turns playing Heroes III with Laura. Actually I was fairly productive for spending much of the day playing that game. I opened up seams, preparing things for sewing, which greatly speeds the output later. That was good. Not all was lost in the day.

However, the game didn't go so well for I was a bit of a shit. We were allies, and Laura gave my best character a whole set of super powerful troops and artifacts. Shakti the Overlord was invincable with all that stuff. I forgot to share later, and Laura wasn't having much fun. All her heroes kept getting killed or needing to retreat. Not realizing it was her hero, I even bought up one that had retreated from battle. Should've thought. They don't come with seventh level powers right from the git go. Well, it was one of those learning experience kind of day. Fortunately Laura says she still wants to play again with me, so not all was lost.

Later, after a bit of sewing, I surfed the web. I learned a few more online journallers have called it quits. I understand. It's not easy to come up with something new every day. Some days the old writing well just seems to run dry. On others, the bucket brings up meager and doubtful offerings. With that, I will share my musings that I had earlier today while at the fitness center. A warning is in order, for I discuss both politics and religion.

Whew, I'm tired. I did get quite a bit of sewing done. Two dress and jacket suits will now fit a lady travelling to Boston. Later, we saw a weird movie called Freak City about a group of disabled people in a house. They help each other the best they can, which is pretty much all anybody can. Somedays it seems all the world is an asylum. You find joy where you can. Share it when you can. Hang in there when you can't. That's about all there is to the secret of life.

With those thoughts, I'm realize I'm getting rather sleepy. Dreamtime calls. Good night, all.

I'll not be partaking of Julia's breakfast, however, for now she and Laura are now into making oatmeal. Oatmeal at its best, when cooked from the purest, non processed pellets until it's all soft, even with butter and honey, is still an iffy proposition for me. I usually don't eat it when it's made for me, so it's better not to waste it. So I'm on my own for breakfast.

I didn't do too bad for myself. I had mashed potatoes with asparagus and leftover cheese-broccoli soup. I saw this remnant from Julia's lunch makings on the stove, and added the asparagus and mashed potatoes. It was rather tasty for box and can stuff. I, of course, finished the meal off with a mug of 7-up spiked with capful of lime juice.

While full of belly, I found this quoted at a favorite web site: