Reduced Power

Eagle-eyed visitors may have noticed something recently that isn’t that apparent to those who are less eagle-eyed. Although having said that, those with eagle-eyes could be excused for missing it, all things considered.

You may have noticed in the last few posts simply words, no pictures, no featured images.

You may not have noticed either, considering out of the last three posts, only two of them contained words, and one had merely a picture. And this post too, is rather text heavy and slightly light on the old picture side.

We’re running on reduced power here at Beyond the Sphere at present. And yes, I’m well aware that some people will quip that there really isn’t much change there then (thank you person at the back there!) but I wanted to post my exc reasons.

I’ve been kidnapped by aliens, you see, and infected with some alien lurgy… and have very patchy internet in the cargo hold of their ‘luxurious’ space cruiser. When Mars gets in Earth’s way, there is no signal strength at all.

The clock going back has affected my equal librarian sending me completely out of whack with my immediate surroundings. Not that I could argue I was totally in whack to begin with, but right now I’m here and my whack is waaay over there.

After the work on the Bathroom was finally completed, I had dozens of teeth extracted, and I’m now in the process of having thousands of feelings. Yes, I did type feelings there, and although I meant fillings feelings came out. As they do. And when having a filling, I feel you really don’t want to feel feelings. Apart from the numbness wearing off hours after the operation(s) it(them)sel(f/ves). See. Equal Librarian. Out of whack. I blame Mars.

Something’s in Retrograde. I can feel it. I don’t know what, but I can just tell. Maybe it’s ‘cos I is upside down.

I also have a sniffle. Some may describe it as Man-Flu, but not I. ‘Tis a sniffle and it only hurts when I blow my nose. Which seems to be like all of the time at the moment, and with my nose being just above my feeling-filled mouth, I have a lot of different feelings to deal with in that area.

And they say men don’t talk about their feelings. I’ve waffled on about them incessentantly during this pictureless waffle. Ah well. Sometimes no pictures can be a blessing. You should see the shade of red on my hooter.

Not as red as in Mars red, which to me has always been more of a brown but who am I to argue with science, but almost as red as the red squiggly lines which highlight the words which Spellchecker thinks I have spelled/spelt incorrectly. Obviosuly, I haven’t, but Spellchecker doesn’t know that.

So, there we have it.

My exc reasons for working on reduced power at present. Obviously (well not obviously, obviously), normal service will be resumed as soon as possible, and posts around here will return to their usual technicolour greatness.

Alien spaceship wifi and missing whack withstanding, I shall be replying to comments and visiting soon. I feel like I’m always saying that.

It’s true, you know. It’s good to talk about your feelings.

I shall see you in the next post / comment reply/ YOUR blog soon!

Feel Good now!