I may have lost my will to live. (Don't mind me, I just took my drama pill. ☺) My posts are usually written early in the morning and posted by 8 at the latest. If I have something special going...yes...sometimes I do, you know...I write them the evening before. Anyway, I am so discombobulated this morning by a power outage occurring smack in the middle of this morning's post that I can hardly think.
It lasted so long — 5 minutes — that I had time to ask John if the electric bill had been paid. He was quite offended. Oops. Now I have made a situation that much worse. Again. So me. So me. One day, I might learn to shut me mouth.
Anyway, the post went *poof* as did the photo that I was in the process of uploading. Perhaps I should check Picasa — it's probably there — maybe there — hope it's there.
I'm tempted to wax philosophical and say that this is another life lesson, that just when we think we are heading in one direction, we are on a different one altogether.
Oh I remember what I was writing about. Say! Come back; this here post is not over yet. Is it?
I remember that I was yapping about blog-hopping starting in my own blogroll. It was shocking to find so many blogs that have gone private (I've not been invited) or blogs that have sat idle for months, up to a year or even longer. Blogs I have loved that have gone *poof* just like my post. I have no idea if the bloggers are still out there. I pray so.
Then there are the blogs taking up prime real estate with whom I have no ongoing interaction. I have to ponder how to handle those. My policy has always been that, even if a blog no longer appears in the thumbnail portion of my blogroll, that it remains in an old-fashioned blog list. Now perhaps that list is becoming prime real estate, too. Like my overgrown garden or my cluttered cabinet, some culling may be necessary. Accckkkk...I just hate that part.