“All the noise in my brain. I clamp it to the page so it will be still.” — Barbara Kingsolver

Blogs aren't being updated in my reading list.
I have to go to the blogs I read to see if they're posting.
When I comment, I have to switch to Firefox because Edge insists on using my Google name instead of my Blogger name.
The comment box is distorted and very hard to use.
It seems to me that Blogger is making it harder to blog.

I'm starting to worry that Blogger is on the way out.
A lot of people have stopped blogging for one reason or another.
I've been told Instagram and Facebook are faster.

I started blogging with Badger's birth and have no plans to stop unless Blogger poofs in the night.
Luckily, if I stop being so lazy, my posts are backed up and safe off of Blogger.
I just need to get a fire lit under my butt to get all the posts proofread and republished.

I can't say there's very much to write about today.
The blog is my diary, and I've said that over and over.
Even when I don't have much to jabber about, I try to find at least one thing to write about.
I like the habit of sitting down and making myself write.
I don't keep a lot of routines, and the blog isn't the most important one, but it's a habit I try to stick with.
It keeps me remembering how to type, hopefully keeps my mind sharp, and gives me somewhere to talk and vent since I don't have real-life people to do that with.

Badger had an appointment today, so I had the house to myself for a while.
Heron didn't come up until 10:30 a.m., and Badger and Cowboy got back at 11, so I had about an hour to myself.
I didn't get much done, unless you count proofreading a couple of blog posts, but I sure enjoyed the alone time.
It's hard to come by around here.

Badger wanted to do a photo shoot with one of Raven's swords, so we headed down to the field and she got a few pictures.
By the time we'd finished and Cowboy had headed to work, she'd gotten a headache.
The rest of the evening was spent watching TV.

Tomorrow is town day, and Friday Cowboy is taking off work.
Badger's birthday is Friday, but we're celebrating Saturday.
Cowboy said he couldn't come home at 5 a.m., get a little sleep, and then walk around Pigeon Forge.
At least taking the day off will give him some time to rest.

I guess I'll head on to bed.
It's early, but Badger wants to make a pallet on my floor and watch TV in there.