I've been hiding out for 10 years. Being a housewife. Dropping out of touch with old friends, spending most days alone. Then I got a dog, and I caved in to peer pressure and joined Facebook, which I had scoffed at for years. And found I couldn't stop writing. People have encouraged me to write over the years, and I thought, if I wanted to write, I'd be writing. So now I'm writing.

Apparently, a dog really does work as an anti-depressant, at least for a mild case. Yesterday, my dear family was out of the house, on a shining Sunday morning, and instead of parking my butt in front of the television, catching up on the DVR backlog (and knitting), I took Copper to the dog park. Generally, I consider myself impervious to the "beautiful day". What better way to waste a sunny day than indoors watching television, or even better, in a dark movie theater. It's what passes for feeling naughty these days. And now look at me, going outside. Willingly and of my own volition.

So I will be sharing the thoughts and ideas that are burbling up and can no longer be suppressed. Thanks to all those who have encouraged me. I turns out I am one of those people who needs to tell l the whole world what I think.