My dilapidated old computer and my matching self have had a few setbacks. Thus I am over the moon that it has decided not only to favor me by sputtering to life, but permit me the long-denied luxury of cyber-squeezing every one of my dear adoptees till you squeak!
You all live every minute in my thoughts and prayers, your good wishes sustaining my spirit even through those moments most illustrative of the concept of "opportunity for improvement."
My upgrade process, though knocked flat, equally flatly refuses to stay down. It has defiantly started from scratch, and will, like me, receive an immeasurable boost from this blessed chance to touch its touchstone.
As the infrequent "function windows" of reduced circumstances permit, I shall cling to the hope of completing my Coming Back From A Setback blog as tightly as I clasp each one of you - and all your bouncy stuffed animal pillows - in my heart!
I had attempted, in another rare confluence of function of both computer and self, to send my love through His Illustriousness (Lord Roly of Gate)*, but am doubtful that the computer succeeded in completing the process, as I was unable to persuade it to load the site, and resorted to a hasty attempt to email him before it returned to its now-customary perma-pout. The email I use (littleoldlady@lavabit.com) is evidently rustic enough of design to suit its dyspeptic old innards.
*(That I wrote to an address I have since realized most likely belongs to someone from whom I considered purchasing $5 worth of volcanic ash beads in 2008 may also have been a contributory factor).
You all live every minute in my thoughts and prayers, your good wishes sustaining my spirit even through those moments most illustrative of the concept of "opportunity for improvement."
My upgrade process, though knocked flat, equally flatly refuses to stay down. It has defiantly started from scratch, and will, like me, receive an immeasurable boost from this blessed chance to touch its touchstone.
As the infrequent "function windows" of reduced circumstances permit, I shall cling to the hope of completing my Coming Back From A Setback blog as tightly as I clasp each one of you - and all your bouncy stuffed animal pillows - in my heart!
I had attempted, in another rare confluence of function of both computer and self, to send my love through His Illustriousness (Lord Roly of Gate)*, but am doubtful that the computer succeeded in completing the process, as I was unable to persuade it to load the site, and resorted to a hasty attempt to email him before it returned to its now-customary perma-pout. The email I use (littleoldlady@lavabit.com) is evidently rustic enough of design to suit its dyspeptic old innards.
*(That I wrote to an address I have since realized most likely belongs to someone from whom I considered purchasing $5 worth of volcanic ash beads in 2008 may also have been a contributory factor).
