When you don’t have a blog, you find all sorts of compelling things to blog about. Or not so compelling things. Like the fact that Pat Conroy makes me homesick. Or TW ran over my foot with the wheelchair – twice – and now it hurts like a son of a gun. Or that I cannot get caught up on my to do list and that’s driving me even more crazy than not having a blog to blog on. And of course I’ve finished four or five books and have no place to blog about them.
I should have stayed up all night last night and gotten my blog fixed. Sleep is not important. My bloggy security blanket is important.