Due to extensive coffee intake yesterday (12 cups. What in the name of hockey sticks was I thinking?) without the corresponding knock-me-out bottle of manna I was up way past midnight executing void-of-good-reason changes to my blog's (Okay Apple, how is blogosphere a word if blog is not?) appearance. Thus, I, at long last, have a respectable blog (so blog is a word, just not blog's? WTF?) roll, you can enjoy and it should narrow down the clicks of your stalking my doings (I know you're all that interested). I also finally found the proper application for showing more than just one twitter update at a time (it was surprisingly placed in a file saying 'applications'), so you can know ALL about the pigeons invading my garden (my two main tweets now are either on coffee or birds. Note to self: Get a life). There is also a julochka and tangobaby (please check out how you can help Kelaya and her family) inspired 'to do' list. Easy breezy. Actually, the thing that will take me most effort (besides the publishing to critical acclaim... Any of you in the business? Call me.) will most likely be getting my tooth fixed, since as you can see I have a hard time enjoying a hair appointment. How am I supposed to withstand a dentist's one?Regardless of H1N1 (thankfully, no longer 'swine flu', since we don't want any more senseless slaughter of innocent piggies), I want to go to Mexico to my trusted dentist, to replace whatever fell out (and I consequently smartly swallowed) one morning at breakfast.
What, again, was my point? This seems to be happening alarmingly often...
I guess my point this morning was to thank you for continuing to read my dubious scribbles even though I haven't actually done anything worth writing about since coming back from Zambia - haven't even left the house. And ask for your patience with this one more post of pure nothingness, before returning with fresh stories of such interesting adventures as 'buying coffee, milk and eggs at the grocery store' and 'looking for that place that might sell iPhones, whose homepage I can no longer locate, but sort of know where they are', not to mention 'watering the tree in the back yard before it keels over'. How will she fare on her travels? ...Suspense...
I'm off to the shower (after I finish the pot of coffee and boil me some eggs).
Have a great weekend!
