Take two.  My previous foray into the world of blogging took a horrifying leap into the fires of hell, with me clinging to its shredding skirt the whole way down.  That blog was initiated as a cathartic endeavor, a way to, among other things, release feelings I had learned not to voice while in the presence of the unmedicated fruitcakes flapping about in my world.  I wrote honestly and, frankly, felt a greater sense of control over my own little spot.  Clearly, that was a fantasy.

This is a second try.  I've yet to shed my own private fruitcakes, but fruitcakes notwithstanding, here we go.