I sit here at my makeshift desk, in the dark, Kitsu curled between my chest and the keyboard and the Engineer snoring sonorously beside me. I've been at this keyboard every night for the past month, one cat or the other curled up before me purring, typing away. Sometimes the Engineer's here snoring, sometimes he's out of town and I have a light on, but it makes no difference in the blogging.
It's a pretty silly blog covering the cats and the garden, a little nostalgia and the silly trivialities of life. I haven't shined a pellucid light on anything or stimulated anyone's intellect, but it's been fun. I hope fun for my readers too.
Gads, this is sounding like a farewell speech. It's not, I'm figuring this is more of a beginning. I'm pleased with myself for actually managing to go a full month of nightly blog entries without fail. I'll try to do it next month. Don't know if I will succeed or not, but now I do know I can.
One thing I have been doing is checking out other blogs; what a wonderful world of blogs exists. I've been leaving comments too, and getting the occasional comment back. Nice folks out there in BlogLand. Smart folks. I think I'm going to have to be careful not to get too deeply into it -- real life comes first. Even on the frustrating days.
It's a pretty silly blog covering the cats and the garden, a little nostalgia and the silly trivialities of life. I haven't shined a pellucid light on anything or stimulated anyone's intellect, but it's been fun. I hope fun for my readers too.
Gads, this is sounding like a farewell speech. It's not, I'm figuring this is more of a beginning. I'm pleased with myself for actually managing to go a full month of nightly blog entries without fail. I'll try to do it next month. Don't know if I will succeed or not, but now I do know I can.
One thing I have been doing is checking out other blogs; what a wonderful world of blogs exists. I've been leaving comments too, and getting the occasional comment back. Nice folks out there in BlogLand. Smart folks. I think I'm going to have to be careful not to get too deeply into it -- real life comes first. Even on the frustrating days.
Hoodoos at Bryce Canyon National Park