Whu?

Not an auspicious beginning to this whole blogging thing, I tell you what.  Also, that entire last sentence makes me sound about 67 years old.
 
I'm not 67--I'm all of a sudden 30, and to be honest it's kind of freaking me out. I'm not sure why, exactly, except that maybe it's because I'm not married nor likely to be any time soon, or because I don't have kids yet, or any of the other things we all figure we'll be/have/done by the time we're "of a certain age."  The fact that I'm not alone in that does not help in the least, and I find myself beset by restlessness and a vague frustration.  Hence the entry into blogging at this crusty old age.

I'm not sure what this blog will end up being about, although no doubt it will be picked up for all kinds of awards within months and I fully expect a book deal within two years.  But I've got my gin and I've got my Slanket, so away we go...