It’s Saturday, and there are only six words that I can use:
Back In Contact With The World
Last Saturday I wrote that I had missed Friday’s post due to our modem/router/whatever-the-hell-it’s-called staging occasional unscheduled work-breaks. It seems to have taken offence at this (of course it read it, the post was chanelled through it as if I was a ghost, it was a medium and the internet was a séance) so ten minutes after I published the post it stopped working altogether and has remained resolutely on strike ever since.
The couple of posts that I have published since have been sneaked out at work to let you know that I’m still here, since I’ve discovered before that when a man who writes about his heart problems and his bouts of depression suddenly vanishes off the internet for a few days (especially when he has pledged himself to Post-a-Day) then it tends to scare the crap out of his internet friends.
Anyway, we now have a new thingummybob and the world is again my oyster, if the world will forgive me for called it salty, slimy and disgusting.
I am back, sitting in front of my machine and looking forward to reading more of your own posts than I got to do last week.
In short, I am expecting a very pleasant Saturday.
(For more Six Word Saturday posts, go here:)