I've been thinking (and over thinking) the idea of writing a blog.  Some days it sounds perfect for me, some days I couldn't care less, some days it seems a bit overwhelming due to the hilarity/honesty/skill of the writing on the blogs that I love.

Today I woke up with a head cold, feeling kind of confused and surreal.  Dude is sleeping in, the kid is out with his friends doing some kind of something to his BMX bike, and the fall sunlight is making me feel like the world is bathed in possibility.

I had no idea what my intention was when I booted up the laptop, and now I'm typing and shocker...it's no big deal.  I have a lot of details to learn about what I'm doing here.  I wouldn't mind if people read what I wrote, but I admit that the "friend me/like me/twitter me/connect here there and everywhere" that goes on with social media and sharing seems like a lot of freakin work.  For an extroverted introvert the world is full of contradictions.

So.  Silly and pointless as what I have just typed may seem to be, I feel a little tug of a smile.  I just dipped a toe in.