Well it was just me and the dog last night... and tonight. Jane is off to a women's conference in Ohio. At least Carrie gets to go too (it's actually held at her workplace). Isaac is on spring break this coming week, but headed straight to Cincinnati for some reason. :) He'll be home Sunday night after his band plays a show in Muncie. The dog is laying under my feet as I type.
And to top things off, I tried to leave a comment on the previous post - and it won't let me! Are comments broken? I'll know they aren't if you leave one. ;) [Yes, it finally worked. But you can still leave a comment. Say 'hello.']
Peace out; peace in.
10 comments:
Hello.
Thanks, Jim! Top o' the morning to you!
Good morning back at ya. You're up early because your wife is out of town (or maybe just because you're an early riser) and I am up early to lend moral support to my wife, who works two double shifts as a nurse every weekend (or maybe just because I'm an early riser).
Jim,
I'm usually up around 6 am every day - except Sunday when I'm up at 4:52 am. Plus Saturday is a work day for me. I'm glad I don't have a double shift like your wife though. Nice of you to get up with her. I think too many spouses do too much of their own thing and don't lend support like that. But that's just me. :)
Dan,
you're right, Bloggers acting like it was in the old days when everything you typed you had better copy to the clipboard, or it's likely to disappear. But they did trade you a nice error screen for your message though "sorry, can't publish it--and as a matter of fact, I don't even remember what you said."
(control-A, control-C, and I'm covered. Here comes my second attempt at posting a comment.
"...sorry, can't publish it... and we're not going to tell you how to report this code we're giving you either."
But hey... thanks for the error code.
Yeah, Blogger blew chunks for most of the morning and early afternoon. The forums were loaded with people complaining. It seems to be up now, AFAICT.
I took my error code and bought a lottery ticket based on the numbers.
MR,
Just as long as you tithe the winnings! :o)
You just reminded me of that scene in "The End" where Burt Reynolds is swimming back to an improbably far shore after having aborted his suicide attempt, and he's negotiating with God on the way: "MAKE ME A BETTER SWIMMER, GOD, AND I'LL GIVE YOU... 50%!!! NOBODY GETS 50% THESE DAYS, IT'S UNHEARD OF!" Of course, as soon as he has his legs under him the percentage goes down to about 10%.
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