So, now the comments and most of WP does not seem working. I can’t think what I could’ve done, although I know just enough to be dangerous. Stay tuned.

The trials and tribulations of As and ologies and trying to install WordPress without Fantastico or adequate technical expertise. All I gotta say is bleag. Oh yeah! How could I forget? I came within *inches* of being hit by an idiot in another car this morning! Didn’t even make me shake like a leaf. Just made me MAD! Driver’s license? Crackerjack box? “Moom, go spend some quality time with your sewing machine.” Okay, Mouse. “Take a break.” Okay, Sam.

<uuhhhh>Heat. Humidity. Mosquitos. Biting flies. Bad dreams. Not nightmares exactly. And no shoreline stuff for once. Instead, I was frantically and frenetically putting together a play program for YAG at the absolute last possible nanosecond, as usual. As if I didn’t ever have anything else to do at the last possible nanosecond before a play went up. I had to go down about eight flights of stairs to get to the copy machine and I was kind of surfing down them, like my feet were not exactly touching the steps. And you know what it’s like when you get a song stuck in your head and can’t get it out? Every time I woke up during the night, I had a certain song stuck in my head. grok grok. Can ya guess what song it was? grok grok. Bet it was one o’ my little ditties. grok grok. Grok grok yourself, you old green rag. Yes, it was a frog song. It is still in my head. If you don’t know what song I’m talking about, you are welcome to click here to hear it. I am not gonna click. It is an awful little ditty and I need to get it *out* of my head. grokGROK! Whaddya mean? Garbage woman, indeed. Anyway, I did not want last summer to end. Now I do not want this summer to start. Too many people who were here at the start of last summer are not here now and uncertainties about the future abound. Life is going on anyway. I guess I am going with it one way or another and this is just one of those mornings. So after I banish a certain raccoon from the grounds here, I am gonna find *something* to do to make a positive contribution to the world. I just don’t know what yet. Well, I have called Howard Cooper, I guess that’s a start, albeit a small one. grok grok, yeah, get off yer butt. grok grok Let’s go get that raccoon. gork grook</uuhhhh>