If I didn't know better I'd think the Scottish Dreamer and Mrs. Bird were sisters. A few days ago the Scottish Dreamer bought eclairs for dinner and...oh, you just have to go read it yourself. The Scottish Dreamer is a Speed Eater.
I may not be blogging much. The computer is having a identity crisis. It thinks it's a smelly armpit. A real "turn off" if there ever were one. And that's what it does. Turns its self off. Continually.
When it's not turning its self off it thinks it's a husband whose wife had a list of things that need to be done around the house. It ignores commands.
It also thinks it's the smaller side of a side-by-side fridge. It freezes.
So, if I don't check your blogs and comment it's not because I didn't want to. I probably have sweaty armpits and have icicles hanging off my nose while holding a deaf mouse.
It could be worse. This I know but.... But, for a blogger and wanna-be writer, who has a writing convention next week, and doesn't have her chapters edited yet, I wonder how.