Art of the Odd

…shall keep me from my appointed post. I did actually wonder whether I’d manage a post today. I should have posted from Mom’s, where I had a hard connection to the ‘net, but didn’t. About halfway to Dad’s, I started to wonder — how am I going to post? I guess I can borrow Dad’s (*shudder*) dialup. I knew I wouldn’t be able to blog from NovySan’s phone again, because he gets no connection out here. I do, but I can’t login from my phone, because of the way it handles capitalization. But Dad’s got a new satellite connection, and needed Novy to set it up for him. So here I am, on a wireless satellite connection, in an old homestead house decorated with Asian-themed murals. And it’s -1 degrees. And there’s snow outside. I’m sure Dad’s cat will want to sleep on Novy’s head.