It’s Sunday night. ConneryBeagle would very much like to be writing a blog. However, I’m in the process of discovering–and admitting–that although tonight–after a week of work–I should have finished my computer restoration process, I’m suddenly beginning from scratch.
Don’t even ask. Let’s just say when it went wrong, it did so at a fundamental level, and really, really fast.
So this is the blog for the day: a mental image of rending of clothing, tearing of hair, smearing of ashes, and generalized sobbing. Soon I think we can add “talking fervently to self in alarming mutters.”
Send chocolate. Send fluffy bunnies. Send a clone or maybe a brain repair kit.
See you on the other side.