One of you asked me why I haven't finished uploading the old archives. Well, here's the deal: so much goes on out here that when I have the energy to get online, I don't want to waste my time by posting old stuff. Trust me, it would mostly be wasting yours, too. I don't know about you, but when I look back at the things I used to think were so profound, half of it comes off as crap. That could be a self-esteem thing. I tend to be pre-emptorily self-deprecating. It could be good sense. Some of it was crap.
I used to write, by golly, but the pressure to make every entry count got to me. Lately, with everything going on out here, all I want to do is putz about. A gal should be able to use her blog to decompress. Still, there are times when I miss the community of the old sites, the people who read so faithfully and made me feel so much smarter than I did before we met.
It's hot, here. Is it hot there? It's over a hundred, today. And guess what? My central air is on the fritz. Central air was a major selling point of this place and it goes out, faithfully, every summer. The heat never goes out in the winter, but every summer the air conditioner goes out. Don't ask me why.
Can you believe it? I had to add "blog" to the Blogger spell check dictionary.
Pathology
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