My internet has been coming and going, and now it's almost 11:30 p.m., and I don't have time for anything witty. Just so you know, if I seem unproductive for a while, it's due to New Delly fritzing out, and not my own personal laziness. It's harder to think when I use HIPPIE.
C'mon. Don't tell me you don't know what I mean. Anything different about the writing process will throw off my creativity. Even changing the time I usually get my inspiration will fling a monkey wrench through my thinking cap. At least it's not as bad as something else a monkey might fling.
If I have the juice, I'll still post regularly and keep my comments timely. It doesn't help that a snowstorm is headed into Hillmomba on Friday night. Even if my in-house hardware is working, I don't know how well my satellite connection will stand up to a blizzard that's supposed to be bringing us 8 inches.
So bear with me while I try to harness Farmer H into testing my ethernets, and possibly replacing a bad one. Why do I keep getting an image of a giant lightning or electricity bolt jolting the Mansion off its foundation?