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True Midnight Ramblings

Ah, July.  Normally a time of constant celebration, this month has been especially trying and filled with sleepless nights and wandering days.  I am looking forward to August when friends return from far off places, grief will be a little closer to subdued, and life will begin to return to normalcy (I hope).

In a fit of sleeplessness spurred from a sorrow filled day on the horizon, a late-night emergency and lots of random thoughts and feelings I decided to hover around the internets a while until my eyes start to feel a little more heavy.  I had received a notification that there have been some updates here on Blogger/Blogspot and so I decided to check them out now that I am left with very little to do for the next 8 hours or so.

You may notice that this blog, as well as my other two blogs (A Smaller Bottom and Meet Your Marker), has received a sudden face-lift.  I was really surprised at the new backgrounds and customizations on the templates toolbar, and had a lot of fun putting the new backgrounds and color schemes together.  The new setup makes it easy to have blogs that are not only more attractive as a whole, but also creating a more professional and polished appearance.  Impressive.

And now that the clock is nearing the 1:00 hour, I shall bid you readers out there adieu.  Here's to hoping that I can get to sleep before the day really begins.

Currently Reading:
Half Broke Horses: A True-Life Novel

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  1. Gayle CrabtreeJuly 31, 2010

    As a midnight (or later) writer I appreciate your blog. See you at 1:00 a.m.!

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  2. Author Denise KawaiiAugust 02, 2010

    Thank you! It seems that the wee hours of the morning are the only time I can ever get my thoughts straight... probably because everyone who normally intrudes them are off dreaming of new ways to keep me busy. ;)

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