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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