I've got a half an hour before I need to take Bryce to the orthodontist.  Alina inspired me to jump in to the alien world of blogging.  What kind of word is that, anyway?  You'd think that blogging wouldn't feel so weird, that it would come easily.  And, yet, I feel so silly.  I'm talking to myself, like in a journal, and yet I know that I am intending to put it out there for somebody else to read.  Hope you all don't think I'm a silly as I feel.  What do you all talk about?  The only ones exciting (or excitable) around here are the dogs, and they're all in a prolonged nap.  No telling when something will motivate them.  Until then it's just little 'ole  me sitting in a very quiet, very messy house.