So, I’ve been meaning to start writing this damn thing for quite some time. In fact, years. What’s the problem? Well, the name for one thing. How does the old saying go? “All of the good ones are either taken or gay”? I had this problem when I was pregnant and spent hours, days, weeks, months, (YEARS?!) thinking about, discussing, researching, arguing about, defending and inventing names. My child didn’t end up with a name until the day that we were taking her home from the hospital and only then it was under duress (“If you name her HERE, we can file all of the paperwork TODAY!”) and possibly the influence of Vicodin (She weighed over 10 pounds so back off, all of you Naturalistas. Arnica wasn’t gonna do the trick.). But name her we did! Now, one must assume that my kid is a lot more important to me than this blog. Of course she is. And I’ve been busy raising her into the 3.25-year old hellion who is dancing wildly a few feet from me as I type. I will try to write when she is far enough away from me so as not to impede movement of my hands (which is infrequent). I have a few things to say and with all of the formalities of the name out of the way I am hoping to get down to the business of saying them. So, This Human’s Condition it is! Or is it Kenny?