Typing with ten fingers is the BOMB! Or is the proper expression “da BOMB”? Well, it is the only bomb I have going for myself so far, because typing before coffee is not so great, and typing in fear my laptop is going to click off is pretty sad. Why, oh why, did I not purchase a battery when the fellow at that store which I will NOT plug wrote down what I needed? But there is no point in lamenting the past. On with the present late post!
Is this a late Wuss-out Wednesday or an early Non-Sequitur Thursday? It is only the latter if I fail to make a post later in the day. No promises, as I often say. Yesterday was not a horrible day, but I ended it with a backache and a headache and a disinclination to do anything at all. Actually, I had a pleasant evening watching a couple of crime shows we had DVR’d with my husband Steven. I also crocheted an afghan. The shows were Dateline and 48 Hours, if anybody was wondering. Tonight is 20/20 night on OWN, so I have plans for later.
In the meantime, what to talk about now? As I took my shower earlier, I was feeling down yet thinking I ought not to make another blog post about it. For one reason, my mother reads this blog, and I don’t want her to worry. More importantly, it’s getting old. I can say that now, because the joy of ten-finger typing has me up again!
And over 250 words. Score! And thank you, laptop, for cooperating! Happy Wednesday/Thursday, everyone!