It’s kind of a weird time to start writing a blog, like a journal, but I think it’s time. I’ve always thought of myself as a good writer. I like it. I like the idea of learning something the old-fashioned way—like we used to back in the day, before the internet, when there were books, paper, and words. But for me, it’s a bit more than that. It’s therapy. It’s a shadow blog about what I think about on a regular basis.

I think a lot on a regular basis. Most of the time, it’s just me and Jackie. He’s more than just a dog. He’s a super old soul with gray whiskers. I often wonder what that dog has been through. His story is on here, so I know he’s been through a lot—at least in our short association, he’s had his fair share of drama. Then I bring my drama. Voilà, it’s our comedy show. Remind me to recount the story of him assaulting a poor woman outside the comedy theater down the street.

Well, I think that’s it for right now. The fact that I actually sat down to write this is amazing. Be back.