And that’s it, dear cats and kittens. My little netbook named Timberlery, Timberkins for short, sitting on the couch at my mom’s while I did laundry. Initially, I was going to write this post there–then, the Timberkins died and I realized I’d forgotten the cord.
So today has been comprised of my failings excepting the beautifully laundered and folded laundry. What I’m learning is that blogging is harder when I am a) moving about and b) still kinda sad. I am, however, beginning to feel better and you can expect the proper workspace post on Friday. It will shake up the schedule a bit, but hey, adaptation’s a handy skill.