Where Was Kate?

I wasn't just hauling the dog to the vet, I was without internet. Two days of silence. I haven't done two full days for several years. I managed to get some variety of noise though--what with television and books on tape and my own writing.

It's funny how often I check my email--like a nervous twitch. And when I got back online only six or seven of the 600 messages were anything I'd feel bad about missing. Which essentially means I spend my days hitting a button looking for messages that don't really enrich my life. I'd say time for a change but this doesn't bother me as much as it should.

In other news. . . . No. There really isn't much other news. And since I haven't been looking around at sites for squawking and carrying on, I don't know what's going on.

Mike and I took pictures of Bosnian stuff last night. So here're those pix Fatima wanted me to take. .I'm not sure what I'll do with them because I have no idea how to deal with the page and its out-of-date pictures. My things to do list is very long. I think I'll just click on the inbox instead.

OH and once again I remembered just in time for spring, that I oweSheila/ Lynne socks. I found the pair I was going to send her tucked in the To Do box.

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  1. Bonnie Dee12:12 PM

    I know what you mean bout the email fixation. I'm ever hopeful there'll be something "really exciting" in the mailbox, but barring that, I'm thrilled to see emails from friends--NOT the kind with cute, inspirational attachments, but real mail in which writers complain about writing.

    Glad your internet is back. I'll be without a bit next week as I'll be on a road trip with my second oldest daughter, taking her to her interview at U of North Carolina for the Master's program.

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  2. the author5:46 PM

    I missed you. And my feet are still cold. :)

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