Whew. Now *that’s* content. Keep in mind, dear friends, that Bunni has been doing this all day long. She is a fierce and stalwart bunni.
The lovely and talented Eric has asked if it’s just him, or if Blogathon is harder this year. Honey, it’s not just you. I think that even if I hadn’t scampered among three different locations this morning, I would be feeling wiped earlier than I did last year—and last year I’d made a whole honkin’ focaccia by now. Then again, I’ve only had one shower, which wasn’t at all cold, and I’m pretty sure I cracked into the Red Bull by now. I’d had plans to lay in a supply of some of these—it’s flavored seltzer! Full of taurine and caffeine and...stuff! No sugar! No artificial sweeteners! (I avoid aspartame as it induces catastrophic mood swings in me, and I find the rest of ‘em just plain nasty.) Am I talking really fast? Really loud? Huh?—but I ran out of time yesterday on my lunch hour, and I was not about to drag twenty pounds of fruit and veg over to Second Avenue, and back to Lexington, just to get some energy drinks. Now I question the wisdom of this.
I do have some energy drinks at home, though, some little cans of Korean red ginseng stuff by a company called Ohioberg. Do not ask me why this amuses me; just know that it does.
I have checked in with young Lloyd. He says the modem still goes up and down, although it’s up much more than it’s down. Hmmmm.