It's Sara again!

What the hell am I doing here? Now I know how solid people feel when they're bonked and go into the kitchen to get something to eat and forget why they're there. Well, here I am. I know that there's no food in this blog; it doesn't have a refrigerator or shelves, so...what is it I'm here for? Oh, I look in the mirror...jeez, my hair's a mess. And there's cookie crumbs on the floor! Irlene! [IRLENE] Waot? SARA: Were you eating cookie in the blog again? {Nawp, tain't me, sugar. Ain't o cookies in this here blog anyhow.} Oh yeh. Well, as lonng as the blog doesn't get ants. [LING] Hey, can we hang curtains in here?

Huffin an a puffin, by Sara Jane

So here I am and it is close to Yuletid, yes Yuletide, fergetXmas. It's not at all Xnassy around here, I mean we are not buried in snow. Roy went and got us several new blogs, kinda sort of as reserve, like, sonShon has one, and he himself is putting his "An Ecstatic Tale" into his private onliner. Very skillfully told story that assumes nothing and reveals little, just two people alone in a vacuum-world and learning to trust each other.

I just wanted to poke my head in here and say high, we have been enjoying a Surprise Xmas gift from his daughter and really have had little inclination to do such bothersome things as posting in blogs.

But the other night, it was kinda funny...in retrospect. When we go to sleep for the longest stretch he usually sets the CyberScrub going to clean up all the day's leftover files and internet visits, and this can take several hours. Well, we're asleep and he wakes up to go pee, gets back into bed and is settling in. We can hear the computer from where we lay, you know, the hardrive and the fan. As he's drifitng off the whirring noise it makes gets louder and lower, the suddenly stops dead. We sat bolt upright; did the hardrdive suddenly fry? Has the fan motor sizzled? Turns out it was the heat making a purring noise a little louder than and very similar to the one the tower makes, in other words, no problem at all!