Well, I’ve managed to crawl out of the sucking (in so many ways) blackness of technological meltdown just in time to say I hope all my American friends had a happy Thanksgiving. My evildoer cohort/benefactor, “X”, came through and I have a monitor to use until the new iMac’s come out in early January, at which time I will have a brand-spanking-new computer on which to play Sims… Ahem, I mean write.
Thanks to everyone for their well-wishes in my absence. I’ll be back to doing the rounds of blogs in a day or so. I have one last mission to accomplish before settling back into the writing routine–climbing into the fifteen-foot long, six-foot wide, peaked space that is what’s left of our attic (which was stuffed to the gills with everything we owned when we started renovations) and finding the Christmas decorations stored at the very back. While I’m at it, I suppose it would behoove me to locate my party clothes, as the Architect’s firm is having its annual gathering on Friday, and all my festive clothing is trapped somewhere amongst the rubble. Oh, and on that note, allow me to give a piece of advice to anyone getting ready to renovate; don’t smash the crap out of your closet until you have an official place to stash your duds. Boxes, trash bags and your grandmother’s old powder-blue suitcase with the jacked-up zipper are paltry substitutes for proper storage.
I’m looking forward to getting back into the loop, catching up on everyone’s brilliant posts and getting my writing going again.
Thanks again, X, for the loan. I promise the cats aren’t getting hair on it.