I got stuck in shut-down mode tonight. So did my computer. I wanted nothing more than to spend an evening without the monitor’s radiance beaming on my face, but the stupid thing wouldn’t shut off. Then I remembered it was bloggy-blog evening, in which I try to convince the world I have something relevant to say. Therefore, shutting down the computer was not the proper decision–forget that I was standing in between my kitchen and office, stuck as stuck could be and longing for nothing but a hot bath and a glass of wine. Would somebody read me sustaining stories meant for a bear of woman wedged in a tight spot? I thought not.
So, I ask again: is blogging in the bathtub a viable option?
But maybe somebody would pray for me, a wedged woman in a tight spot? Here’s a prayer that is simple enough to sustain even me:
The day is past and over,
All thanks, O Lord, to Thee!
O Jesus, keep me in Thy sight
And save me through the coming night.