It is 9:11pm on a chilly, Wednesday evening and I'm grateful for the effective, if overly loud, heater here in my room at the Olympic Inn in Klamath Falls, Oregon. I supposedly "created" this blog several weeks ago, and had all but forgotten about it when I stumbled upon something that jogged my memory enough to double back and see if I did indeed have a "blog". It seems I do, so here I go.

I am somewhat perplexed with myself for venturing into this blog world. I already spend enough of my day staring at this little laptop screen, and blogs seem a dime a dozen nowadays. It makes me wonder, is anyone really saying anything original? Most of us have heard the line that what's so great about the internet is that anyone can publish on it, and what's so terrible about the internet is ... the same thing. I do seem to at some point remember aspiring to be a writer, but I'm not in need of a digital platform from which to plug my own thoughts on life.

Well, what a brilliant beginning this is! Perhaps my development from this point into an accomplished blogger (if that occurs) will be worthy of study, but for now, I am reminded of King Solomon's words in the first chapter of Ecclesiastes:

"What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun."