So recently something terrible happened.  Actually it was nothing.  I accidently re-shared a photo on yucky ol facebook, and someone thought that I was wearing a hospital gown, because I had on a light blue shirt?

I was somewhat wounded,
being of a sickly sort.
So what gives anyway?

 I'm reading three books currently.  Future Shock by Alvin Toffler, Creole Belle by James Lee Burke, and An Altar in the World by Barbara Brown Taylor.  I don't know if I'll ever finish Future Shock, but I hope that I do because I want to read the following works (when I'm living with Bill under the sea).

The pictures are for this afternoon.  This is my lunchtime coffee break. 

Make sure to watch the vice-presidential debate tonight.

Always love your friends.

So really this blog might be altogether silly, but I do love to type.  Hopefully I'll figure out the images for this, because that is my better idea, I hope.

I'm thinking that my love might work together with me for some jam up fine imagery and thoughts!

Now I've just got to figure out how to get the background its original color, and see what I can do with the fonts.

I hope that everyone makes fine voting decisions, and that we all stay well-informed.

This blog just really might be all drafts anyway.

So this might be my blog, because I have so much to say as I sit quietly, waiting for my friend.

My good friend is my husband, and he always wishes me well.  I do the same for him.  We try to think pleasant thoughts, but we cuss a fair amount in secret because we think that we are hilarious.

This really might just be an exercise in grammar and in two dimensional design, of which I'm already not faring very well, but this is just an exercise.  It's not a real publication of merit, obviously.  Give me a break.

Just think how brilliant this space will be once I figure out how to load photos, and of course also think of anything to say.  I've realized that my lack of engagement with modernity has just been boring and not fun.  Everybody has a presence and a voice, so I guess I'll join in the choir, in the ethereal clouds.

Further exercises will be about, say, current events or my day at work,  or my increasing computer skills as they evolve, slowly.

The point of this story is that I'm going to try to manage this odd space, with peaceful tidings and cute pictures.  Tomorrow, hopefully, I'll find a picture.