Attack of the Twitter virus. (Ah yes, from a good friend, who might actually have put me in his blog.)
Attack of the Virtumonde worm.
Attack of the some other crazy worm that actually took out my .DLL files and tied up my .explorer.
(If you’re thinking I spent a lot of time with Windows Forum, you’re correct.)
And then I had to have my computer wiped and re-built, twice. By Linda, Goddess of IT.
Oh, and I traveled. Went to a few social media poobah powows. And got pneumonia.
Then I had to work like mad to get caught up. Which I’m not, actually.
That’s where my January went. Not to posting. Shame.
But I’m writing a post tonight (besides this one). Can’t help myself.
It did occur to me, though — if an earthquake somehow descended upon my town like Vesuvius after Pompeii — it would confound archaeologists. They’d say, “but this makes no sense. Her time of death would appear to be the same as the earthquake: early February of 2009; but her pedicure dates back to at least mid-2008. She must have either been very busy or not very organized.”
If I weren’t by then presumably a pile of ashes, I’d tell them that both would be true.