Clicky tells me Thursday is the busiest day for blog traffic here at the fringe, so it’s perfectly ideal that I not get around to posting new content until the day is half over, but I’ve been slacking with this full-time job.
And that posting the night before hasn’t been working out so well. I get home from the work commute + getting Ehren from his fairy godmother’s no earlier than 7:30 p.m. Tossing whatever fast food bags onto the table for the older ones and giving the poor puppy her first real walk of the day, we’re looking at 9 o’clock before I see my bedroom and two people, one 42 and the other 11 months and six weeks, need baths. I try to be asleep by 10 unless I have a date with my honeyQue, and if no blog post has been written by that time, hope leaves freefringes.com.
I’m in your blog reading your thoughts through my iPhone mobile RSS app. Every word. As soon as there is an update. If I don’t need a body scan to leave a comment, I’m leaving a comment. Some of your comment systems are so convoluted, it’s hard to participate with my phone, so you get silent chuckles and/or commiseration. I can’t log in from my work laptop; I no longer have a job that pays not enough attention to me to know I spend eight working hours on the Internet effing around. Although inconvenient, I enjoy paying half the bills each month. My manager is an alien life form what with his understanding of How Things Work and Grasp of Technology. He makes me feel like a person instead of a project on his to-do list. Planet Guarnatica must train its managers well and feed them cookies.
Hey there, Walter Hawkins and the Hawkins Family! On my playlist from Jordan’s shared library: Goin’ Up Yonder which will always remind me of my sister-in-law, my brother’s ex-wife who could sing the heck out of this song. My sister-in-law lost her 60-something-year-old mother last week. I missed the funeral; I’d already been away from work the week before with the sick baby. I’m sure my wonderful Guarnatican would have understood, but really, there are only so many excuses one can have for missing work before becoming known for constantly missing work, regardless of legitimacy.
Goin’ Up Yonder now on repeat, making it hard to type while bouncing back and forth to old memories in my cheap office chair. Whatever you’d like to tell me? In comments…
Your gfbfQ likes to be asleep early too, but you always keep him up waaaaaay past his bed time…
You were saying yes with your eyes…
Go get a room.
.-= debb is dying for you to read =-.
done!
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