My First Blog

All the great novel beginnings are running through my mind: call me Ishmael; it was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it is a truth to be universally acknowledged that a young man of good fortune must be in want of a wife; see Dick, see Jane. But, alas I can't come up with anything that good because I just awoke from my Sunday late afternoon nap and don't have my glasses. Plus, I'm over at Travis and Heidi's writing on a Apple computer and Luke just awoke from his Sunday late afternoon nap and is probably wondering where his grandpa is. I wonder if he'll understand it when I tell him I've been blogging.