I wondered how the earthquake could have brought down my blog, or what was going on. No access. The guy in India couldn’t understand me any better than I could understand him; I had him on speakerphone and my son was just shaking his head, too, going, huh?
I think that’s the first time I’ve encountered Indian Muzak. Someone somewhere suddenly seemed to realize, oh, wrong continent, and the phone switched to James Taylor whining, as we waited forever, “They’ll hurt you. And desert you. They’ll take your soul if you let them…”
So after an Ice Age or two, and calls to the hubby on the side (my version of Ken), I wandered to Stephanie’s blog, where she shows a picture of the whole top of a sock knitted while wrestling with tech support. My son looked at that, and went, That’s all she knitted?
Tomorrow, they finally said. And then all the sudden, Poof! Blog! Yay!
So I guess that was a 5.6 blogquake, and not a Big One. Phew.