Having trouble updating entries to this site, which isn’t really the end of the world. I mean,when I think of how much extra time people have been able to spend looking into the sleepy face of my cat, it makes me believe that my work is really done here.
Anyway, there is a small backlog of words waiting to kiss the eyelids of lovelorn readers, and once I figure out what’s wrong with my high-tech houseboy, I’ll let those words fly. In the meantime, here’s the only funny thing I’ve said in the last week and a half: “I eat at Nathan’s Hot Dogs so often, I just call it ‘Nate’s’.”
Addendum: looks like the problem was solved, thanks to problem-solver, Jeff Ivany. I heart good citizens who recognize an idiot when they see one and react not with public scorn, but with kindness, patience, guidance, and possibly some private scorn.
