Nov 05 2008
My Not So Triumphant Return
Really, it’s more like I’m creeping back in, my collar pulled up, my shades on.
After all my frustration yesterday at being disconnected yet again, late last night when I was powering down the computer I decided to give the internet another go. For the heck of it. Lo and behold it was working once again. This after a 45 minute phone call with tech support then shutting down the computer, restarting the computer, ignoring old connections, creating new connections, scheduling a repair person, yessing and noing and being put on hold again and again and again.
Stupid AT&T.
My darling sister was kind enough to post for me yesterday, despite the anxiety blogging incites (she gets clammy and sweaty and starts river dancing). Please tell me she didn’t river dance…
Really she’s a great sport, I keep pushing her to join in the bloggy fun to no avail. She says she doesn’t have time. I say she’s a coward. So what if you don’t have time some nights to take a shower or brush your hair? So what if the laundry is amassing in frightening piles the children like to scale in their bare feet? So what if your dishes spend more time festering in the sink than plating actual food?
Not enough time? Not enough time? I scoff at time. Scoff! Scoff! A bunch of numbers all lined up in circle formation, what do they really mean?! It’s all relative, isn’t it?
Anyhow, thanks for sticking it out. Apparently her dancing was a hit, I might have to take some lessons, and maybe see if I can pick up some rhythm for cheap on Ebay. 
