Dog toys and barking babies

Henry woke up wheezing and coughing (barking, really,) early Sunday morning.  He went into respiratory distress -- twice -- while in the ER.

I have Something to say

Did you know that when I was younger, I wanted to be a writer?  Writing came easy for me, and I loved everything about it... the brainstorming, the organizing and planning, the spilling over of words and colors and ideas onto paper / computer screen, and the rush of it all coming together.  Even the ruthless editing!  LOVE!  I shared that dream with one of my daughters yesterday, and she asked me why I never wrote anything.  I thought about it a minute, and shrugged, "I never had anything to say."

I never had anything to say.

Liar.  I mean, you're reading this, now, on a blog, so that's something.  But does it have to be epic and life-changing, the great American novel, to be something?