It almost feels like Friday today. We’re sluggish and vaguely anxious, don’t know why. Don’t feel like writing, linking, blogging. People here at WOW, the other people, are clustered in cliques, feet up, fingers twirling their hair, gossiping. There’s no echo of people retrieving voice mail on speaker phones. No one comes in looking for Tom the techie, needing him. Interns wander aimlessly. An occasional shriek of laughter pierces. But there’s no hum.

Where is it written in the blog manual that there is a certain way? A custom. A set number of posts. It isn’t. There isn’t a blog manual. There isn’t a template. We posted Ask a Black Girl. British Intelligence showed up late, but showed up – and from New York – and then disappeared. A fearless leader was heard from. Obligations were met, and then some. We exhaust. Perhaps it’s the volcano, the relentless earthquakes. Oh, and it is Friday.