Morning arrives and I find myself staring lazily out the window. My view of the Rock is obscured by the gray blanket of fog filling up the sky. So, I have entered the world of blogging. Not really sure what I want to accomplish in this. 

I hear my sons in the other room making more noise than I am ready to deal with on this slow-moving morning. I have a blister the size of Africa on my big toe from walking in shoes too small for my feet. I do not like the pain of raw skin. Even the bandaid hurts.

I suppose my purpose in creating this blog is to force myself to write. Whether anyone ever reads anything I write is not so important to me. I just want to record my small corner of the world.

My sons have interrupted my morning. Not a complaint. Just a reality. It is the most difficult thing as a writer to find blocks of uninterrupted time. So this short entry is my first post. Not much, but a start.