One Seventy Five

Roses often grow in red,

Violets shades of blue,

But when paid work overwhelms

What’s a mad blogger to do?

Honoring my commitment

Remains top of my mind--

But I ask you, dear reader,

Not to judge me, this day, unkind.

I woke at dawn this morning

With the very best intentions,

Hoping to finish scribing thoughts

With scant interventions.

A piece I started yesterday

Is proving tough to complete,

What I attempt to make abstract

Comes out far too concrete.

Switching gears, I believed,

Would give me just the boost

To rethink the trajectory

Of what I’ve already produced.

I turned to my client backlog,

To projects from various firms,

What should have been a simple job,

Became a can of worms.

The expertise I’m wont to wield,

Instead revealed my obscurity,

I could not scale the firewall,

Or penetrate security.

Thus trivial pursuit became for me

A technical diversion;

I was unable to help my client out

Without the proper version.

The help desk helped refresh the files,

Double-checked my username,

But in the end it was my Chrome

That could not play the game!

Explorer, I am not a fan,

Nor am I fond of Firefox,

Without firm industry standards,

There can be no building blocks!

I find it quite ironic

That I even have to ask:

Why should I need three browsers

Just to complete a single task?

So back to you, dear readers,

Who endure my lame excuses,

Tomorrow I’ll be back on track,

With minimal abuses.

I value those who read my blog

You honor me with your support,

That’s why this little ditty—

Is a verse of last resort.

Tomorrow's blog:  Time Machine