It is about 5:00 in the evening. I didn't get started until late today but even then found that I got enough work done.

Friday, 12 July 2002. 9:54 AM.
My first Blog. How exciting.
I'm dictating from my desk at home in Wellesley, Massachusetts. Wellesley, for those of you who don't know, is the home of Wellesley College, one of the last non-coed Seven Sisters colleges. Hillary Clinton graduated from Wellesley College.
Life in Wellesley is a big bore. If it weren't, if it were even a small bore, I wouldn't have time to write this.
The most thrilling thing that happened to me today was crossing route 16 (with the Walk light, mind you) and having three or four excited, light-running commuters nearly run me over in their Lexus SUVs. It sets the adrenaline running, but it is a daily occurrence, so this is the last you'll hear of it.
My life is not messy enough to be interesting.
My boyfriend, Mark, can be described, and often is, as "nice." My cat is not too neurotic, my health is pretty good.
Since I work from home, I most interested in what happens out my back window. Flowers grow, Kitty stalks the flora and sometimes the fauna, and sand dunes in the parking lot shift and eddy with the wind and the rain. The 40 or so other residents of this building park their cars on the sand and occasionally gossip about the level of sand in the parking lot, the horde of starving crows that noisily assaults our dumpster every morning at 6 AM, and whether the sandy paw prints Kitty leaves on the hoods and roofs of every car in the parking lot can be considered performance art, or just self-expressive doodling. I take no part in this discussion, preferring to believe in the Random Walk theory.
Kitty remains pretty much mute on the subject.