I should’ve stationed a prairie dog on my calendar to squeak out an alarm when a day like this is coming up.
It’s cold and wet outside, but not actually raining (I think), so I’ll have to go out and try to get some work done on my book. We were going to go to the bank today to wrestle with more of Aunt Joan’s financial affairs a year and a half after her death–it just never ends–but Patty was too tired for it this morning. So let’s see if I can do any writing out there.
But first my Facebook share button mysteriously disappeared. Unable to re-connect, I had to contact the WordPress Happiness Engineer. Before he could address the problem, it went away. Just a temporary glitch.
By then I had received a comment from a lib who suggested I just stop blogging altogether because I have “nothing to say”–as opposed to, say, Elizabeth Warren or Nancy Pelosi–and oh, yeah, my Byron the Quokka posts stink, too. After a few minutes I decided to delete her comment. After all, we have a comment contest running and I don’t want a jerk like that to affect the results.
And now to go see if I can dry off my chair.