Day 1 - out of the nuthouse and into the asylum

This is my first attempt at a "blog." Nice word that -it sounds as though my five year old is turning up his nose at the potato salad that I put in front of him at dinner tonight. Which in fact, he did. That dovetails nicely with my daughter, who loudly announced that she had successfully downed four pieces of watermelon. How do you not like watermelon?
Enough of that though. It would seem a bit ingenuous of me to feel that I have an incredible amount to offer in the digital medium here... I suppose that I am a little more than literate, but the point being, this is for fun. Observations, grumblings, the occasional witty aside. If nothing else, this should prove to be an interesting foray. If nobody reads this, that's fine with me. Less embarrassment and fewer questions. As for the nuthouse? I suppose that would be daily life. The asylum? That's run by the inmates of the nuthouse, of course.