I started keeping journals as a teenager. The first one had a flowery pink cover but eventually I settled on these basic black sketch books. They were tough enough to pack around and even had archival pages — in case I accidentally wrote something worthy of posterity.

Most of my journals are tucked away in storage, so I’m not sure how many there are — maybe twenty? Thinking about them makes me smile. I’m looking forward to reading them again when I’m really really old and have nothing else to do.

Feeling as fondly as I do about my “real” journals, I’m a bit ambivalent about writing journal entries on the web. They seem so ephemeral. Their only substance is their content. But I guess that makes them more like a conversation we’re having together on this global party line.

So, how’s your day been?