When one is reduced to blogging without a life, what can be the outcome? A bunch of thoughts? Are thoughts good enough for blogs? My understanding about blogs, though vague, since I rarely read anything concerned with reality, is that they talk about stuff that happens in the bloggers life.

Let’s see, I typed a bunch, did some graphics, snagged some quotes for the Extracto, purchased a tiny plug-in Christmas tree for my front room, which is lit by optical fibers, the tree not the room. Pretty darn merry, but not what I’m used to. Guess kids these days will grow up to bemoan the lack of optical fibers in their new-fangled Christmas trees. Not like it was in the good old days, when we had real imitation trees.

Don’t get me wrong, though. I love not having a life. My not life is ideal for someone who chugs around inside his skull most o’ the time.

Onward to the holidays!

LWIII