The washer churns and sloshes, the dryer tumbles and hums, my suitcase is half packed, and I'm here at the keyboard about to dive off into the digital free world. My palms are sweaty and my left eye is twitching just thinking about it.
I will miss you all. But I shall return. Perhaps with a new perspective on what it means to live in the personal computer age. Ever one to question things, even good things, I just have to see what happens. It's the scientist in me I guess.
If I knew how to figure odds, I could start a betting pool on how many emails will await me when I get back. Hmmmm, to count spam, or not to count, that is the question. Okay, I'll bite. I guess 452 emails. Including spam.
So until we meet again. Be well.
(She won't last the night.......)
You obviously have never encountered my stubborn side. Be afraid, be very afraid!