OK, so I have not yet figured out how to get photos on the page.  It seems I’m going to have to get some new software to edit photos before I can upload them.

Meanwhile, the webmaster says it makes him look bad to leave the “temporarily closed” sign up without letting people know it’s ALL MY FAULT and not his that I’ve been too lazy to blog.

 OK Dennis?  Mea Culpa.  Mea Maxima Culpa.  It’s ALL JOHN’S FAULT and not the fault of the webmaster.

The real problem now is that I don’t have anything to say. 

 It’s such a beautiful Friday afternoon and I really really really don’t want to work or be in the office.  I don’t want to be in front of this computer.  I don’t want to type anything, much less the maudlin, self-absorbed crap I usually pour onto this page.

 I’ve got the first of the month, tax time money blues, but who doesn’t?

 I have a new crush, but she’s not broken in yet and so I don’t want to blog about her until she meets some of you in person and has a chance to speak for herself.

 Sinatra is supremely disinterested in me and/or my life and just wants to be outside all day today and refused to even speak after saying thanks for the milk in the sacred blue saucer.

I’ve got some down time this weekend.  Maybe I’ll write about how much I enjoyed Scorsese’s “After Hours” Wednesday night or the art auction I attended last night with the lovely Juliet (who is moving into new digs this weekend, leaving the bubble for greener pastures in Moore, of all places).  So, between loads of laundry and changing the sheets and going to the dry cleaners and the grocery, I’ll try and “pen” a few lines.

Back to trying to think up a good reason to leave my desk.

 TTFN