Oh Ho!  Post number two.

After slogging in the trenches all day, I come home through a miserable cold rain, in the dark, and can't find my way into the Blog to make a new post.

The old online interface that worked for Post 1 wouldn't let me back in... hummm.  Couldn't call myself a techie if I couldn't get back into my own Blog.

But I'm here.

Watching Storage Wars, which takes place in sunny Southern California, and wondering what the heck I am doing wrong.  Not only is the weather miserable, the grand daughter has a cold, the days are a whopping nine hours long, being late November, and I'm not having nearly the kind of fun they are having buying other people's forgotten treasures.  Which is always fun, if you've ever been to an auction.  At least it's not snowing.  Thank you Global Warming.

My theory on that is that the world was too small the very first day that some human being decided it was too cold for just the firs on her back, and got her man to light a fire to keep warm.

Sure, fire had been around for a while, for roasting meat, protection, singeing off your eyebrows and lighting your enemies on fire, but the moment it was used for keeping warm, the world was too small.

Thus, its been a long slide into the shitter ever since since.  I dare anyone to prove me wrong.  To all the nay-sayers, there are two simple words:  peak oil.

But we shall preserver.  Read A Canticle for Leibowitz.

Gotta do some more writing.  I'm bogged down telling Laura's story.  This damn novel is driving me nuts.  I want to get it done so the trilogy is wrapped up but its starting to sprawl.  Not 2611 pages or anything...but I need to see the end.

Chao for now.