Birth of a Blog

I've crossed over. I'm in uncharted territory without a compass. My ankles are swollen and I don't have enough water to make it through the night. I've got Lucy with me, but all she can say is "Goood grrrrrl." Hardly the vocabulary one would need to fly for help if I get stuck.

But it's too late to turn back now. (Is that true? Is it ever too late to turn back? How about if I make a right? Is it too late for that, too? Hmmm.)

So.... Here I go.