Turning a new leaf

Actually, it's late spring - all the leaves are old enough to know better and have been turned by the storm which just blew through from the northwest.

As always, I've begun this endeavor after midnight, sometime between exhaling and yawning. As I unwind, I find myself wondering who I will be here. Will I be poetic? Clever? Depressing? Boring? Will I be honest, or will this be another exercise in bluffing? Will I ever come back and write a second post?

It's late. I don't know. My teeth are clenched in sleepiness, wishing my fingers would take a hint and finish typing.

It's true what Jerry Seinfeld says, "Night Guy always screws Morning Guy."