I’m old. This is a hard thing to accept, but there we are. I’m old, and out of touch with technology, something I swore I’d never be.

I have an Instagram account. I’ve had one for a whole week, which is like a century in internet time, and I haven’t posted a damn thing. It’s not that I can’t figure out the interface. That much I have a handle on. Hit button, take picture, picture goes to internet. It’s just… what are you supposed to put up pictures of? Yourself? Your dog? Places you’ve been? I keep wanting to put… something up there. But then I hesitate, because I don’t really understand what you’re supposed to do, so I keep second guessing myself and thinking that I must be doing it wrong somehow.

Sigh. It’s like I said. I’m old.