I'd really rather be blogging but . . . aHEM!
Yeah, that. PLUS I'm having unexpected company coming from out of town . . .
and I had best get busy so we'll have a place to sit and eat.
Maybe we should just go out to eat instead.
The inside scoop: Yesterday, I asked my daughter (the so recently suicidal one) how she felt now that I'm not sitting at the computer every time she looks at me (clearly I'm not cleaning, either, so what gives?) and she said: "I feel more loved."
What's an addicted bloggist to do?
P.S. I miss you guys SO much!!!
P.S.S. Remember when I wrote a blog post almost every day and read 100 blogs (almost) every day and wrote a book at the same time? How did I do that?
P.S.S.S. I have tried FOUR times to fix the font size and spacing in this post to no avail. mea culpa.