My poor blog. Left by the side of the Internet super-highway as I try to recover from whatever has chosen to give me my yearly migraine and nausea. Since Saturday morning all I wanted to do was sleep, and I finally got to sleep Monday morning pretty much through until Tuesday morning. And now there is the "slept too long" groggies to contend with.
But the Internet doesn't care, really. It's just pushing out those 1 and 0 (or on and off if you've got fiber going through your system; or superior, omniscient being really knows what's making this whole thing run) while my blog just sits and watches the world go by. Little micro-bursts (ha ha ha, little micro) of data swirl around it like dervishes, but my blog doesn't even have the luxury of being a tumbleweed. Bouncing along the side of the highway and picking up little bits and bytes and some sort of nourishment when I can't stop long enough to give it something to grow on.
Speaking of tumbleweeds, I saw something about this company on HGTV one night. Now, I love cozy litte abodes, but this is just a little too much.
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Oh, I do so enjoy your writing! It often takes me to unexpected places, both intellectually and literally. I’m an IT Manager in a department of 1, which makes me both chief cook and bottle washer. I worked an unexpected 12 hours yesterday setting up an emergency replacement computer. Today, a tiny house in the bush is enormously appealing. :)
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