Apologies Due

Sorry about this, but stuff as they say happens. And stuff is no excuse.

For reasons that are obvious to anyone with the sense God gave a grapefruit, I'm not going public with the 'stuff'. Suffice it to say the stuff has overwhelmed the reality I call life. As such, I've been buried. Under it. Smashed down, trodden over and frankly ready to hit the HELP button. I just can't find it.

Also, for some reason, comments that should have posted didn't. Posts that were written, edited, revised, spell checked, and had that nifty 'publish' button pushed, weren't.

Is it me, or is it another case of I hate (insert name of technological bugaboo here)?

Who knows. Anyway, when not dealing with the shoveling, etc., I'll be online with the lovely Blogger people. And my ISP (still more stuff there) and with the other pains in the collective, well, you know...

And searching for that Muse of Techno-speak. And the HELP button.

Oh, and if anyone is concerned, the cat is better but not yet well. He's losing ground in the house training department (more stuff) but is in fact showing evidence of great improvement. And poor guy, he's actually not failing to find the box. His body just doesn't give him enough time to get there.

Alas, back to the vet. Again. And if I don't get some sleep, I'll be at the vet myself. For myself. At least there, the fellow patients are all warm, furry (for the most part) and a joy to visit with as we all wait for that appointment with our caregiver. Perhaps the Boy Genius and I can get a group rate?