Saturday, August 06, 2016

Excuses, keyboards, and other mis-steps

Two nights ago I wrote a fairly long blog The gist of it was that I didn’t have anything to say—amazing how you can draw that message out. I got close to what I thought would be the end and must have hit the wrong key—whoosh! It all went away. It was late, I was tired, and I just didn’t have it to re-invent the wheel. One night is not a serious lapse I told myself.

Yesterday my computer was working fine when I went to take a nap. When I came back the keyboard was all kerflooey. It typed things I never intended and didn’t type what I wanted it too. I tried writing a blog on the keyboard of the laptop, but it didn’t go well. I don’t know if my fingers are too big or the keyboard is too slow—but it was a bust and I gave it up.

So here I am tonight, with a new keyboard and not much else to tell. Jordan and Christian went to exchange my keyboard (I had only purchased it in April, and it has a two-year warranty). It’s amazing the difference a keyboard makes in my life. I guess it’s because I practically live at my computer. At any rate, I am once again a happy camper, proofing the fourth Kelly O’Connell mystery (Danger Comes Home) to get it on Amazon—and I can blog again.

I’ve been having stomach issues for a while, due to, I suspect, the change in lifestyle that is headed my way and contributed to by my troubles with my ankle. This weekend I decided to put myself on the BRAT died. Mothers and grandmothers of young children will remember that stands for bananas, rice, apples, and toast. Started it this morning, and by tonight I was starving. Jordan fixed me noodles with butter (not exactly on the diet but bland) and applesauce, but you know what I really want? A cheeseburger with tomato and pickle and mayo. I will, however, be stoic and see this through. Do you really think a bit of chocolate would hurt?

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