I'm home for the holidays. Everybody looks older. I don't think the cold, hard Northern California light is doing me any favors either. Or maybe I'm just older too. Nah. I'm sure it's just everyone else.
Okay, so my first post isn't brilliant. But at least it's a first, right? I had been procrastinating, naturally.
So, what's this blog about? That's why I've been procrastinating. So, I decided to figure it out as I go along. And since nobody knows I'm blogging I can really be free to write whatever the hell I want. And I'm not going to censor myself. I'll be as wicked or as cloying as I feel like it.
Speaking of cloying, I wish I could have spent Christmas in this little cottage. I'm sure Hansel and Gretel would have loved the company.
