Puppies aren't the only things that get worms.

Our computer got one. Well, it could just be a simple virus, what do I know? But a persistent program hijacked my email program and Internet access. I couldn't log on. What's a blogger to do?

Well, this blogger bugged her spouse until he figured it out. It took a few days, but he did it. You can thank him that I'm back.

Plenty of other activities would have left little time for blogging anyway. We were on the soccer field all day long Saturday. The games were staggered, so we had time for a game, run home for lunch, back for another game, run home to mow the lawn and change clothes to accommodate the changing weather, then back to the third game and home for dinner afterwards. Whew! I have to say I'm glad we live that close. We could be home for about an hour, maybe an hour-and-a-half each time--too long to stay at the fields.

One of my friends just had a baby--her first--so I visited the family of three at the hospital. That was one gorgeous baby, let me tell you. My friends looked so content and blissful. Parenthood fits them.

This was a weekend I almost had a garage sale. In fact, I even set it up for a few hours. During that time, I made $1.75. Then I dragged everything back inside and had the kids take down the balloons. Too much work; too little income. We used our proceeds to buy candy at the soccer snack bar this weekend, and I resolved to take my "stuff" directly to charity.

Time is valuable. I'm getting old enough to see that every day is invested in the precious little time I have left to do something with my life. I'm pretty sure I won't look back in ten years wistfully recalling those two long days sitting at the cash box at garage sales, making less than one hundred dollars. I made that one year. It may be what tempts me. I need to remember this season's sales figures.

I'm not sure what I'll say about blogging, however. Maybe I'll look back and consider it just as much of a waste of time as a $1.75 garage sale. Maybe. Maybe not.