As you may have noticed, blogging has died down a bit recently. It’s not because I have nothing to say, it’s just because I have nothing interesting to say.

The weeks are all the same: Mr. Cranky Ankle gets better, then gets worse. I go to work. I come home. I watch television on my Gigantic Damn TV. I get cranky about doing PT at 7am because it means I have to get up at 6. Lather, rinse, repeat.

On the weekends, I watch more television and movies because Mr. Cranky Ankle seems to have something against me leaving the house and participating in life, because every time I try, I end up taking several painful steps backwards in my efforts towards recovery.

I could bore you all to tears with repeated dissections of my various recurring activities, or possibly a diatribe or two about my near-constant lack of sleep because of either the ankle, the cat, or some combination of the two (like when Chaplin slept on my bad ankle and I didn’t wake up until he’d clearly been there for a couple hours).

Instead, I’ll simply post this one whining rant, and you can reload it over and over again, and it’ll be just like having me there.

Technology. Ain’t it grand?

New Blogger has arrived, and I have just found the way I will be wasting the time I’m spending not skiing (and not working on other stuff I should be working on): Going through my archives and tagging all my posts.

Sweet.

Edit: I’m trying to get the label alignment work right (they should be right below the “posted by Ellen” thing), and it looks great on preview and in Safari, but it’s about 10 pixels lower than it should be on FF for Mac once it publishes. Any geeks want to help me fight through blogger code to make this look right cross platform?

Sewing christmas lights onto a tie: Much harder than I thought.

The blogging shall recommence in earnest this weekend with an Old Place vs. New Place comparison, and exclusive pictures of my new place.

I outbid In Touch weekly for the photographs.

Possible big announcement coming tomorrow…well, today. Possible big venting of frustration. Stay tuned, it’ll be one or the other.

Note: This has nothing to do with either this or this. Although both of these things do raise my gadget-nerd-o-meter to dangerous levels.