Sandy's Missing Muse

“This is how you do it,” wrote Neil Gaiman. “You sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it’s done. It’s that easy, and that hard.”

Yeah,thisishowitsdone.Easyyouthinnk?Ha!LastnightIsetitupformyselftopostontheblogagain,mademyselfapromiseasthefamilywaspackingtogohomeandlifewasbecomingnormalagain.

Thenmygransdsonwasbuzzingaboutmelikeamosquitoandintheprocessknockedovermyeveningbottleofbeerontomylaptop.Isquealedandspipedawaythepuddlecoveringthekeyboardandranforthetowels.SeemedOKlastnight,Icouldstilltypebutnotsothismorningasyousee.Soannoying.nowwemustgotothestudiotoseeifIcancontinueonapostthere.

Andsogoesmylifethesedays.Don;taskwhyIdon;tpost.

NOTE:  This is what happens when a beer is tipped over on your laptop and stops the space key.  This is what happens at the Apple repair shop=  $1100.  This is what happens to the jumping' grandkids-

                                      nothing.

                                                                                                     (but I can hold a grudge)