Until We Get It Figured Out....

Some of you have emailed me and indicated your posts/comments are not ‘posting.’  My current best guess at this point is that the blog was initially opened in Europe, and Europe Google and US Google apparently have some issues with each other.

In the meantime, feel free to email me your comments and posts if it’s not working for you, and I will post them for you, under your desired username.

notberlin@protonmail.com

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  1. Bildad's Regret16 January 2019 at 06:26

    I would sir but fear serious the redactions that thee might apply. In your hands the pen is but a mighty sword, a ghastly tool of stifle, a dark counterpane placed atop my lantern.

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  2. Kevin20 January 2019 at 08:04

    Ah, but I could so do that anyway, being one of the master’s of this blog (to be a master of a blog requires no talent or education, obviously, otherwise I could never be one). But fear not, it seems you can post at will, as well you should! *Like, ”...a ghastly tool of stifle, a dark counterpane placed atop my lantern.” Well played! I am just back from the woods. At least there was lovely snow there. I could have stayed another two weeks, the wood stove did warm my heart so. Tomorrow it’s back to my homework in moving forward with the book.

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