Last month, Diary-X toasted on me. That sucked, but sometimes these things happen, and you just pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and carry on.

This month, my Number One Internet Fanboy had a passel o’ bad news, which may toast this blog. Or might not, we don’t know yet.

Worst comes to worst, there will be a new NOTD started from scratch …in some format, somewhere. While I wait to see how that pans out, I’m going to finish the last hour or so of crocheting left on my mother’s birthday gift. She’s 55 today.