Upon Emerging from the Blackness

Yup. You guessed it. I'm home, and I'm online.

So very good. And despite the fact that my mother appears to be the sole commentator left on this blog, however sad that may sound, I know - I just KNOW - that the rest of you are glad to hear from me, too.

And in return, I'm sending you a hug. Hell, I'd hug the mailman right now, I'm just so damn pleased to be online.

Of course, I opted for self-installation, which, at my dare-I-say-it expert proficiency of level at that sort of thing, should have been a breeze.

Naturally, it was a bitch, and through no fault of mine. I guess the high-speed service that advertises itself as the cheapest in town is also trying to say, and you'll get what you pay for. But no matter. I'm here. And it's fast.

So I can blog again, but the very Michael Jackson "Thriller"-esque brace I'm wearing to eases the tendonitis on my left wrist is making it a little hard to type. So I'll just get the ball rolling again with this link to pictures of the house.

Obviously, I've done quite a bit of redecorating since I took these over two weeks ago, but they'll give you an idea. And my camera battery is dead. But remember, these are old.

K. Check 'em out here.

Note: DSL stopped working mid-post, which means it is now the next morning. I. Hate. AT&T.