Fragments From Floyd

My hands haven't been the size required for my daughter's little HP notebook since I was ten, and alas, it is the only net-conected computer available. I woke up, as I expected I would, at 2:20 am local time, which is 4:20 and just the time I wake up every day back in Eastern time. And for this early, early rising, I had visions of quiet creative time writing. I brought along quite a few projects on my laptop, most all of them requiring a web connection. And that's not happening. Yet.

I show excellent signal strength to the house's Belkin router, but "limited or no connectivity" because the network can't assign my computer a network address. Our crackerjack technical support team is working on it. (Although he's about to cry uncle.) My wee hours creative time has been frittered away in very uncreative ways. I"ve about finished off a pot of coffee before anybody else is up stirring, which will soon include the granddaughter and we know where the writing and reading will go after that!

We had a nice little prairie storm yesterday afternoon here in Rapid City. Got some pix, but will I be able to post them? Stay tuned. Meanwhile my fingers are falling all over themselves on this Lilliputian keyboard trying not to step on each others toes. (How's that for a mixed metaphor!)