Blogs are funny things.  The existence of a blog assumes that you have something to say that’s worth hearing (or reading).  But what do you do when you don’t even want to hear your own thoughts, let alone type them down?  Here’s the deal.  I really enjoy writing.  I think I might actually even be good at it.  But it requires a lot of time and patience, both things I have precious little of.  I have no clue how my friends Refe, Kristin, and Michael find the time to do it.  All three are currently writing, or have written, books.  All three are passionate about the process.  Me?  I’m already tired, and I’ve only plunked out a dozen sentences, and not very coherently.  However, I have bunches (which is plural for “a crapload”) of thoughts, so maybe I ought to start jotting them down.  At least if I blog it, I won’t have a massive accumulation of paper journals.  So you might be seeing some more from me in this little digital world.  At least, that’s what I’m thinking right now.  Maybe.