As if the very Universe was meant to comment on my health last week, I suddenly received some panicked emails that something was amiss in Frume Sarah’s World. It seems that while my white cells were busy fending off that nasty case of bronchitis, I somehow missed the announcement that my “domain had expired.”
Given our society’s current love for the euphemism, I had to wonder if there was some deeper meaning here.
Because that’s how Frume Sarah rolls; always looking for the deeper meaning.
All is well, as it turns out. No deeper meaning and the domain has been restored to its prior state of frummie wonderfulness.
It is for this very reason that I like to start my day with the obits. If my name’s not listed, or, should I say my domain isn’t expired, then things are already looking on the bright side.
Give it a try…