I’ve done run our Internet time down so low I’m already in the lower speed bracket. Five days until back to zero. Five days of out-of-pocket misery.
Why should that bother a sparkling tiara like me?
Can’t write blogs. Can’t look for new Gallery artists. Can’t clean up old blogs. Can’t do any research on France in general and Givenchy in particular. Can’t send any emails. Can’t watch cute puppy and kitty gifs! Can’t Can’t Can’t …
So here I am, sneaking in and posting several blogs ahead for the next five days.
How do I know what to talk about five days from now?
The Earth could have a big meteor hole in one side of it!
The Great Pyramid of Khufu could have collapsed!
Aliens could have landed in Texas and taken over the Kroger grocery store!
The Kardashians could have actually contributed something to society!
How could I possibly share this news and/or a commentary on these topics if I’ve run out of Internet time?
Ah, the perils of being an author. As much as we like to write about reality, fantasy just keeps popping in. There’s always something bigger, better, and stranger in the world than our own lives. And that’s awesome.
We have enough drama in our lives. Enough rules. Enough results. We need more out-of-the-box weirdness to enlighten us. To guide us. To encourage us. We need to sidestep death and surgeries and Covid-19 and murders and brutality for a while.
It has to be more interesting than reality grabbing us every time we turn around. All that grabbing hurts.
So I’ll sneak in a couple blogs in all at the same time and pretend three days from now is today.
Or is it the other way around?
Wow — an out-of-body experience…..