Why, yes, I'm ready

One of the few things that may keep me sane in this madhouse election season is its coincidenence with NFL season. Football! Right flipping now! Popcorn on the stove!

All is well!

Great weekend, bit by bit

This weekend I worked out, fired my new rifle, watched my Hawkeyes eke out a win while Mom & Dad watched the Clones do the same on the upstairs TV at our house, took some steroids and felt a lot better, watched The Hunger Games and liked it, relaxed with my wife, saw lots of family, ate pretty great pizza, hung out with my best friend, put together a new bedside table for all my junk and books, and got a fancy-schmancy new pillow that resulted in the first back-pain-free night of sleep I've had in a long while.

Today, when someone asked me how the holiday weekend was, I said "Oh, it was pretty good." Old habits should die hard.

It was a great weekend, and it's too easy for us to dive back into routines and forget it.

Wind from the east

There's an eastern breeze, an odd event spilling over from hurricane Isaac. It's as good an omen as any to get started in a new blog.

I've mulled over what to do with myself after many recent changes. There was graduation and the new job. Getting older, and taking on a new hobby. And losing a little ground in my fight with Crohn's disease.

All motivations, in their ways, for a new start in writing and sharing. Had a hell of a time trying to figure out what to call it. I aimed at something clever, and ended up with something true.

Well, that and a slightly unusual spelling for Mathew. Yes, that's just one "t."