The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Monday, May 5, 2008

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones

Tragedy struck in the heartland this morning.

I accidentally deleted Coyote Tales. Needless to say I was...well...distraught. I got little done at work for trying to figure out how to reclaim this blog. I think I've become attached.

Bless the good souls at blogger though. They restored it in record time. I was away long enough to go to my follow-up visit to the dr. (I'm fine by the way) and stop at the pottery studio for a few minutes and when I came home for dinner, Voila! Coyote Tales has returned.

I know you're excited.

I almost didn't celebrate the new bike all day because of it. However, I can devote myself to the cause this evening. The bike,the new watch, and the restored blog. Yes, I bought the Zodiac I've been lusting after for months. Now I must stop buying if I want to move and take a trip, both in July. Yikes, what was I thinking.

Oh well what's done is done. To borrow another little phrase from King Lear,
It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt.

I see by the timepiece on my wrist that it's time for a bike ride. Ta!