Now’s The Time on Sprockets When We Dance

Columbia River on a windy February afternoon

I have a Macarena earworm. I have no idea how this happened. I haven’t heard that song recently. I haven’t thought about that song. It’s not like I even had a connection to that song when it was a hit. I heard about it and had to have someone explain to me what it was. Yesterday I was in the kitchen putting away dishes and I found myself singing, “Hey! Macarena!”

Hopefully I heard it unknowingly in the background and it’s not some weird portal that opened in my brain.

Yesterday I had about an hour so I decided to make a button for the sidebar for Abbie’s latest cool promotional project: Little Book Nook (no longer exists RIP). I’m not very good at Photoshop so it took forever and then the first one didn’t look right so I tried to fiddle with it.

WordPress (I refer to it as turdpress) and I aren’t very good friends. For my other website I upload the photos myself using FTP. For this site I use the WordPress media uploader and I guess it has some sort of dummy-proofing but it didn’t want me to replace the old file with the new file but it didn’t tell me that. I kept clicking and checking my URLs and refreshing and then pulling my hair out.

It took forever for me to figure out the problem was and by that time it was dinner and I was hungry and impatient. And I still don’t love the button but I don’t want to get distracted. I have time to work on the inbox so that’s what I’m doing this morning.

Also, I’m starting the next book. Details coming soon.