Each morning, when I drag my corpse out of my coffin, I make my coffee and head straight for this Blog. I am ready to see what comments we have today. Most mornings I hit “Login” to see what you have to say and the computer grinds away, minute after minute, SLOWLY getting to what makes my morning worth while.
This really ticks me off big-time. I dragged my corpse up, which for me is always a pain, I got my coffee, and I am ready for my reward, the one I EARNED by doing all this.
This morning I realized the feeling I have was very familiar, but I couldn’t locate it. Then it hit me. I remember, in the far-gone days of my childhood, looking at those Christmas presents under the tree and thinking that December 25 would NEVER come.
When I woke up on Christmas morning the time it took me to get the Christmas tree would have made an Olympic sprinter green with jealous awe.
If anything had gotten between me and that tree it would have been sprinters. And this damned computer, grinding at me, is getting in my way!
I used to get through all that and see, “There are no Comments for you to Moderate” or, worse, nothing but several pieces of Spam.
Now I am getting comments, GOOD comments, and every morning is Yule.
Thanks, gang.
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