Why do I always get that silly message when I inform my blog I want to write a post? Is it supposed to inspire me? Perhaps if I were writing about traffic jams or cartoon Martians.

What I actually wanted to write about was yesterday’s clever* post. I am informed it was too esoteric for anyone other than a cartographer.

*I am being ironic, so no mean comments.

Finland was joined by a visitor from Latvia yesterday. I’ll bet they were both over at their friend Estonia’s house, and he said, “Hey, let’s play a joke on Carol Nissenson.”

Perhaps yesterday’s blog visitor heard I like Sibelius.*

*Which I do

And I am happy some random Costa Rican visited my blog, even if they were only looking for my cousin the nephrologist.

*In theory, at least. I’ve never been there.

I will have to find a station that plays New Age music as produced by Motown to replicate the environment. Because, dang, I wrote well there.*

*If we’re talking quantity, at least.

Brian Ross, well-known investigative journalist, and I worked on the same paper…in high school…I’m old. He’s very nice, btw.

1. First draft.

2. Second draft

3. Second guess

This is an encore name drop! The great John Travolta once asked me “Do you think it’s ok if I drop out of high school? To which I said, “You’ll never amount to anything if you do that.” I was wrong.

My reading list of late strongly suggests I am a teenage girl. I’m finally having my delayed literary adolescence.

Fire alarm in building with favorite coffee place. You could see  everyone debating whether to stay and finish their coffee or pack up their computers and evacuate. False alarm. Coffee and bagel still there when I returned. PHEW!