A hearty good morning to you all. First on the agenda today is an apology.
Why? Well, because, apparently, I have been snubbing some folks ... albeit unintentionally.
Let's put it this way: If you've written to me via my zoominternet.net account and haven't heard anything back, it's not because I'm miffed or don't like what you had to say. Quite the contrary. You see, not only am I promising you I that I did indeed craft you a lovely reply, but I can actually prove it.
Wanna know how? I still have it. More accurately, them. All of them. As in, dozens and dozens of messages that have never made their way out of my outbox.
Truth be told, I appear to have nearly every responsive email that I have written for the past, oh, I don't know, 70 years or so.
Yep, there they are, just sitting silently in my outbox. Waiting. Hung up in that vast black hole known as cyberspace.
Major, major hmpf.
Seriously, Armstrong? I mean, I have known for a few weeks that my email access on my smartphone wasn't working properly. What I didn't know was the extent of the problemo. Looks like it's pretty steep, folks.
Ergo, I apologize deeply to everyone who has been wondering why on earth I never had the decency to answer their question, comment or message.
Hmpf and ugh.
I guess I have to chuckle at the irony of the manner in which technology fails at the most inopportune times, particularly when you're truly counting on it most to, you know, not fail.
I refer, of course, to those instances in which you desperately need to rely on machinery - usually of the computer variety - and pray that it will not totally leave you hanging out to dry. But a dry spell did befall me very recently - and it happened smack dab in the middle of some serious humidity. Go figure.
In apparent invalidation of the global warming theory, my computer froze up on me last week - in hot and sticky Florida, of all places. That's right, just when I was in the midst of a southern work trip and needed to be communicative with my colleagues up north, my laptop froze so suddenly and completely that I think it may have had frostbite. I seriously considered slathering some tanning lotion on my hard drive after every other option at my disposal had been attempted in vain.
It wasn't entirely like the blasted GPS device into which I'd placed all my faith to efficiently lead me to the Warren Olympic Club last week. Not only did I not locate my intended destination, but I was actually routed instead to a fast food restaurant. Not that everyone in the car didn't enjoy the tasty detour, but it did put us far behind schedule, especially since we then had to wait a half-hour before swimming.
Hmpf and hiccup.
Oh well. At least my handy-dandy iPad has yet to let me down. Then again, it did completely erase my Instagram account the other day.
I know I refer to it as my Sluggishgram site. You'll be able to see the posted pictures - just not while any of the folks in them still look like that.
Aw, shoot, I'll simply digress for a minute to wish a belated happy birthday to my dear, sweet mum and a happy anniversary to my in-laws and my sister Gina and brother-in-law Kevin. Love to all!
Happy technology coping, everybody!
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