I always have the best intentions of blogging. I get very passionate about things and I think of all the stuff I want to write. Unfortunately, I think of it while I am away from my computer.
Besides, dial-up blogging is so time consuming.
My son, at A Fort Made of Books, tells me just to get on with it, and write something, or people will not come here to read, so I am going to try to put something up with some regularity.
Am I a mouse or am I a man? The answer doesn't matter, because their best laid plans both suffer the same fate.
Humor, arh, arh.