(That was almost going to be my entire blog post.) I've been working like a fiend listing and selling compact discs since my in-laws radically downsized into their apartment. Their collection has been moved to a digital format, and the originals have no place in their smaller digs. It's been a brisk business going to the post office almost every day, as CD's are sent hither and yon. (I've always wanted to use that expression.) I take great delight in discovering just where the deliveries go.
There's a new camera on its way to us to replace the stalwart Olympus PowerShot I've been using all this time. (Thanks, HiltonHonors!) After years of service and calling upon it to do heavy duty in taking pics for Time Travelers' website, it was apparent that it was no longer up to the job. Sniff. Too many close up shots coming out not-so-great in my very controlled studio environment was a sure clue that something was amiss.
Kind of my roundabout way of saying that nothing has been happening. I sure haven't been taking any action in order to provoke it. (Bad month for me.) zzzzzz
