I'm usually of the opinion that there is no such thing as too much sex. Life, in general, seems to conspire to prevent sex more often than not. It seems like, between work, scheduling, family, moods, stress, exhaustion, illness, menstrual cycles, injuries, timing, and everything else we deal with on a daily basis, there's plenty going on to prevent us from having sex as often as we'd like. I'm just grateful when the planets align and my partner and I are both, physically capable, in the mood, awake, available and are in the same place at the same time.

Never thought of less often as a good thing.