My very first, brand spanking new, post.

What can I say? I'm huddled down here in the basement this morning due to the fact we're having the floors done. You know the drill--sanded and then covered with something that smells like unclean armpits. The ceiling humms and is setting the cat into a frenzy. But then again, she'll get into a frenzy at 4 am when there's silence as well. Gotta love it. The dog, my more literate companion, who warms my feet when I compose anything is away at her grandmother's, sparing her the impending madness this is going to leave us with.
I suppose I should say something political or deep right now, but I can't seem to think of much. I'm married to a man, and my most images, that political enough. But we're having our floors done, so where is the political-ness in being boring? We're making a statement by not making one.
The humm is getting louder to this end of the house. Maybe it will hum me to sleep like a vacuum cleaner or something to that effect.
I had hoped on doing some creative writing. Maybe later.