"I shock myself"

Will they find me? do they need directions? am I doing this right? do I sound too negative?
too self-centered?

It's Sleepy Time for breakfast this morning. Some days the natural stimulants are more than enough. It stormed again all night and into the morning, tearing shingles off the roof and blowing the "Our Way or the Highway" sign right out of the ground. In this flimsy (adorable) cabin, there is no escape from the howling and gnashing of the wind. The ancient Navajo chief's blanket covering the swamp-cooler window billows. I don't mind the cold fresh air, but the constant gale-whistle is unnerving.

I have something to confess, on the vitiligo issue. But first I want to see if this post --oh, WELCOME by the way!--actually goes out into cyberspace. It's a wonderment that it would, this whole internet maze is a wonderment.

That my vitiligo blog has gone from vision to plan to actuality, even such a tiny, simple one, is beyond wonderment, not like me at all.

I shock myself!