So, imagine my surprise. I find a moment in a day, a brief lull in the storm, and I sit down to check my mother-in-law’s blog—maybe the new format is up.

The new format is up. And so is something else. An announcement of sorts. Apparently I’ve been made part owner of this thing. Hmm, I says to myself. I suppose now I’ll have to come up with something to say.

Truth be told, I’m sure this will be good for me. An opportunity to distill the jumbled thoughts that run through my head. At the ripe ol’ age of thirty-three, I don’t have much in the “wisdom that comes with years” department. More of the thoughts and advice of someone who took the scenic route and is now flying by the seat of her pants. Things like, just because you’re not expecting to get married, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t learn to cook a few things just in case. Or, if you want to avoid turning into to a blogging, navel-gazer who veers towards depression, maybe skip the steady diet of the Russians and Fitzgerald. Things like that.

I’m aiming to post a couple times a week, starting with some of my deepest thoughts. Thoughts like:

I Like the Ocean.

or,

Music and Me.

If you’re not truly inspired or enlighted, well, like all good blogging, this is about me, not you (right? Isn’t that how these things work?), and you can always read the other posts. Until next time, Onward Christian Soldiers. Et cetera. (And so forth.)