Well. Now I've done it. I didn't think I would actually create a blog, felt no need to, and here I am. I've always wondered why anyone in their right mind (am I?) would feel such a pressing need to write down any number of socially unneccessary, personal thoughts, as if anyone else really cares about what you think. I am convinced they don't. Not really. Does anyone ever, actually, read this drivel? And, I AM including myself in the drivel department. I am drivel driven. It's departmentally neccessary.

I'm sorry....it's my mothers fault. She was the master of disaster drivel. Hi....I'm the disaster!!! My name is Nick. Welcome to my life.

To start with, I'm almost 52.....arrrgh! I say it that way because I do NOT want to believe it. My body, mind and age have gone in three completely different directions. Ok....two. My mind stopped. But my body headed south without me, and my age kept climbing. I guess that's the only thing that has any energy left after 51 years. And the ol' brain pan up there contains the remnant of something that insists it's only 28 years old. Or, maybe that's wishful thinking and it's really younger than that. All *I* know, is that my mind tells me ALL THE TIME that "of course" I can do this, or that, but when I try, my body hasn't gotten the email. Maybe it's snail mail...? I can't keep up.

Notice the "title" up there? "One SOMETHING at a time"? I really wanted to leave out the word "something". Just scrub it out. Leave a BIG GAPING HOLE. Right there.

ONE.........................AT A TIME!!

Just didn't look right though. I had to put something in there, because I didn't want to limit myself to "day" or "thing" or "minute". So, I put something in there. Cute, huh. Yeah, I'm known for my robust sense of internal amusement. I guess "One at a time" could've worked...but "One...WHAT??" I didn't want to press my poor stunted remnant too hard. I figure that the remnant has to catch up to current events eventually, but in the meantime, while everything else sags and climbs, I can hear it up there just a-churnin' out information and orders for me like a drivel-driven disaster-master. "Hi mom. Yesssss mom. I love you TOO mom.................I didn't MEAN it like that mom!". Yikes!!

Onward.