I’ll tell you what my problem is, for those who want to know. It’s Lindy. She is not being very cooperative about helping me with my blog.

Here’s what I mean. I know that there are lots of really swell photos of me in the camera but Lindy says she can’t get them out of there without a new cord. (A cord is a special thing that makes things work. I think.) Anyway. They have cords at a store in Austin. That‘s the same town I live in. But, Lindy won’t drive “all the way down there” to get me one. She says it’s not a priority.

What a priority is, I think, is something that is really good. Treats, for example, would be a priority for me because they are so good. Working is Lindy’s priority. She loves it. Does it every single day. Sometimes I worry about the addiction of work. I think Lindy would like to quit, but she just can’t. She’s hooked. It’s her priority.

I know Lindy has to feed her work addiction but I wish that she would make my blog a priority too.