THIS had better not be my fifteen minutes of fame...

 Dear god in heaven, what the holy blue fuck.

When I sit down to make a new post, I check my stats first. To see if there is anyone out there, anywhere, picking up what I'm putting down.

So far, so not really. Oh, I do have hits. Sometimes up to twenty a day. From all over the world. For ONE. STINKING. PAGE. A page entitled, "Time doth flit; oh, shit." People from all over the whole entire world are looking up this phrase, I guess to see what it means? And my blog entry usually comes up right near the top in the searches. Occasionally it's the first one. Yes, I check this. Hoping it will not be true.

This...just floors me. And frustrates me, will I be principally known as the blogger who provided an explanation for who said this and possibly what it means. It's like...going viral for pointing at the exit in a clever way, "This way to the Great EGRESS." Except in this version that's what people wanted.

Okay, that analogy doesn't quite work like I want it too.

Yes, I could change the title of the post. At least, I think that would work. Eventually it would stop showing up in searches. Or I could delete the page all together. But I shouldn't have to! For one, it has a brief story about an interaction with sons. And for another, MY OWN SPARKLING WIT AND PERSONALITY SHOULD WIN OUT!!!!

Okay. Okay. I'm just going to delete the offending material. I mean, edit the page.

Your days are numbered, Dottie. Victory will be mine!!

There. Done. I win. You can't make me be famous for something stupid! Only I can make myself famous for something stupid!

Bonsai tree: I think it's a juniper? The tag only said bonsai.

Here's a "for me" update. It will probably be dull for you but I'm trying to get my balance back.

Well, November was -- rough. I love our little family Thanksgiving and we only have a small feast, but the gearing up and preparation and the driving and the shopping and all -- it's hard on my, er, psyche? So things slid by the way side. I was doing really well up until November 1st. I had been using my bullet journal, doing my book work consistently, crossing stuff offa da list on the regular. I wanted to add in a cleaning schedule and --

I probably should NOT have tried to do that before a holiday. Note to self: don't add new things into the routine before any kind of holiday, trip, visit, brain-draining-spoon-gobbling interactions, or general what-have-youse.

Before I tripped and skinned my mental knee, I was doing better with a single weekly blog update on Saturday. I did four weeks in a row! We're all set! It's habit now, right? RIGHT!? 

It was not habit yet.

I was thinking this morning, since I've missed so many -- wait, how many? Counting....oof, five. I was thinking this morning, as I drove to the post office, I've missed so many, should I do a quick update today? But the schedule is for Saturday, sez Myself. We can wait.

Myself is lazy and would prefer to play Skyrim for several hours. One day I'll write a book about Self and Myself. She's lazy and sort of  mean, but I think she's were my humour comes from and lawd, can't lose that. But Myself doesn't make the rules, Self does and we're making one today and Saturday.

A few months ago I bought a bonsai tree at Meijer. Oh -- I'm going to change the subject. I bought a bonsai tree, I think it's a juniper? And despite being in basic potting soil in a very small pot that did not have a drainage hole, in a window with only about four hours of light a day, it's done just fine. I finally bought a bonsai pot and soil for it and repotted it and I am just so pleased with it, I think it's a happy plant.

My little juniper in a proper bonsai pot,
with proper bonsai soil and new rock friends.

With no effort on my part my Christmas cactus is getting ready to bloom.
I looked it up. My chilly home office has the perfect conditions for bloomage.