Cute. But not me. A tough week at the office last week sent me into a sweaty dither. My office is a laptop on the dining room table. All the offices with doors are taken, bedrooms and such. My son even refers to the table, complete with candelabra, as my desk. ...
Fingers crossed, I’m sitting in your email box when you get this post. If so, I just want to shout out in the spirit of MLK, “Free at Last!” “Free at Last!” I really hope I’m shedding the techno-geek hat right now. I’m so...
It happened. The first week went off without a hitch except for one tiny glitch, my first. The magic of this blog is the delivery, as in right into your mailbox if you enter your email address in the subscription box above my “pretty” little head (match...
Passwords make me want to pass-out. We need them for everything we do, even leaving the house if you’ve got a fancy code-protected garage door. And once you leave the house, you are still handcuffed by the buggers to do your banking, grocery shopping and even the...
