Well, my WordPress prombles are just about all straightened out, although it took a lot of doing. I was fortunate in finding a very patient tech support guy. He had to be patient: my computer vocabulary is not much better than a cat’s.
Anyhow, there are some gorgeous kittens in this little video, including a couple who have just learned, “Hey, I can make my tail get puffy!” Cats are so funny when they first figure that out.
G’day, boys’n’ gulls! Byron the Quokka here–and what a mess it is. We’re not gonna get out of this weekend, are we?
Blimey! No Joe Collidge. No Oy, Rodney. And (oh the horror of it!) no Byron’s TV listings! How are you supposed to make it through the weekend without TV listings? Like, what is this–Russia?
The boss is sick. It’s like any minute now his poop is gonna pop. A word to the wise: keep your distance.
Maybe we can come back in the middle of the week. Can’t blame a chap for trying.
It’s been pretty much an empty ballroom around here, these past two days. Not only am I sick and weary: but the big nooze is mostly political nooze, and I’m never quite sure how to handle that on a Christian blog.
Really, it would be a tragedy if an American president conspired to steal a national election by spreading lies all over the media. Proof has been offered: Obama did that. And lots of Democrat chiefs and biggies helped him. They knew what they were doing was wrong, they knew it was subverting our republic, and they did it anyway.
What do you want to bet that none of those fat cats is going to miss his daily can of Friskies?
If we don’t take care of it this time, there might not be another time.
Yup, we’re both sick now, Patty and me. I can’t help thinking it’s the hospital’s fault–saddling me with a room-mate who coughed and coughed all night, every night… which of course made it impossible for me to get any sleep. We’ve both got it.
Maybe if I sit outside for a while, I’ll feel better.
No, I haven’t forgotten that I’m trying to write a book. But holy cow, the obstacles!
I don’t get decent sleep anymore, and today we have two (!) doctors’ appointments instead of just one! And another one tomorrow. And then a whole bunch of stuff on Monday, leading up to abdominal surgery before the sun comes up on Tuesday.
It’s getting me down.
Well, blog coverage is gonna be pretty spotty for a while. I’ll try to keep it going. It’s one of the few things I can still enjoy.
Let’s see if I can find a hymn to post.
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
This post mushroomed into a debate with an atheist. I engaged in it against my better judgment… or so I thought. I am sure God does not want us to curl up and say nothing when an atheist speaks.
So much of what we hear about “Science” etc. is just so much jaw-flapping. Nevertheless, because we don’t know who else may be listening, or reading, we have a duty to stand up for God’s Word and Our Lord Jesus Christ. We do the best we can.
“Green” and “green-ness”… that’s what Easter’s all about?
An “Easter Message” from the presiding bishop of the Episcopal Church, 2012… minus Jesus Christ. Looks like the bishop’s Easter train left without Him.
Most of the, um, “message” is about the United Nations Millenium Development Goals. No one talks about those anymore.
Anyway, this is the oldest Easter post on my blog. We can’t take our sacred holidays for granted, people. You can see what happens when we do: that bishop just showed us.
I woke up in the middle of the night, last night, to find my catheter had sprung a leak and drenched my bed. That called for another trip to the hospital, circa 4 a.m. So I was in the freakin’ ambulance again.
Can’t seem to stay away, can I?
Well, they couldn’t find a leak. They reckoned I must’ve made an error with the valve… or something. I empty the damned thing every night just before I go to bed. They changed it anyway. My new catheter has a tube a foot shorter than the other one’s! *Sigh*
Oh, but let me tell you about the miracle. My wife couldn’t see or feel any puddles or even damp spots on the bed. I believe I was the victim of a very realistic bad dream. I couldn’t find anything wrong with the bed, either.
Some readers have wondered why I crank out four blog posts in the morning and then bag it till the next day.
Well, that’s an easy one. By noon I’m out of gas. Finished. Being this sick is hard work, it uses up your energy fast. I can’t write a Newswithviews column, can’t return to work on my current novel. Blog posts I can do because they’re short.
So let me go ahead and finish up this Saturday morning so I can rest in the afternoon. I think Byron the Quokka might have some TV listings for us.
Wake up in the morning–and first thing, medical procedures: difficult, time-consuming, I hope they’re doing some good.
Immediately after breakfast, the visiting nurse dropped in for almost an hour.
And suddenly it’s 11:00.
(Work harder, Lee. Work harder!)
And Patty’s just about running on empty after the past two months; so please, everybody, pray for her. We both need your prayers.