Not sure why, but my mind often veers toward the ideal of having less stuff, to the notion of being something of a minimalist. To that end I have gone through phases of de-cluttering and frugal living. But lately I've actually reflected on the fact that I am one lucky guy because I have so much cool stuff. I mean, I've always counted the blessing of having shelter--especially in the context of this house, which I love so much--but I also consider myself quite fortunate for having a nice car, and a kayak and hiking gear, x-country skis and my own fitness facility! No doubt about it, nothing is more important than the love of family and friends; but stuff, it has its place. Know what I'm sayin'?