I appear to have prematurely published something, again.
I have no idea what just happened. I wasn’t anywhere near the Publish button. In fact, I was rolling up a rug in preparation for the imminent arrival of an incontinent dog (long story) and trying to think up what Plan B could be. When suddenly, I looked over and saw that my computer was congratulating me for having published my 25th post.
After an initial surge of ‘Wow, 25? Really? Almost half way there.’ I realised that something was not quite right. Who knows what?
I may just add this to my list of why life is so difficult in 2012.
But, I really did think that is was very nice of my computer to be so happy for me that I had reached my first quarter of a century, post-wise.
And, we really should take any and all excuses for a celebration. So, perhaps I’ll just spend the rest of the day being pleased that I have gotten so far.
Except, it’s really only 24 1/2, isn’t it? Still have to come up with Plan B.
See you all tomorrow.
Not Leo Tolstoy (aka Eileen Riley)