Just the beginning

I'm getting into this to see how it is.
I figure I'm living in the middle of my state, and I'm in the middle years, and I'm between two generations, hence the title.
Although my arm is broken and in a cast at the moment, I can type at a certain speed and get something entered for your viewing pleasure.
Somehow the children I gave birth to so many years ago have never learned to sleep at night. Their rhythms are different from mine, and I begin to despair of their ever learning to go to bed when the sun is down and rise when it is up. It is definitely a beautiful day out there -- blue sky, green grass, budding trees, fresh air. What a day to be alive--and off work!
Speaking of which, I probably need to type a little for a certain boss right now. Catch ya later.