Almost there

[quigonginger]

BUGGERIT! Oh, that's hot.  The next time I try to make a Protean 
charm on something, I'm adding less Essence of Chad Everett.

The office echoed with the rantings of Ginger, now fully awake and 
aware that the site is back up.  Chuckling gleefully, she went 
to "favorites" and clicked on the catalogue tool.  She read the rest 
of her "portkey" posts, made notes and started to uncode.  She 
clicked the first one and waited.  And waited...and waited...and 
waited.  

Something was amiss.  Dratted dialup.  Dratted slowerthanmolasses 
computer connection.  

Ginger sighed.  Perhaps later.  Yes, this has happened before, and 
turning off the computer and letting it sit awhile seemed to work 
then.  

A Miss was something. She had sounded reville, but no one had 
jumped.  Perhaps she would feel lonely if no one checked in?  

Ginger shouted across the office towards Miss' desk. 

"It's OK, Miss!  I'm here!  I only have to uncode/reject 60 posts 
from portkeys and I'm done with my Magical Travel category.  I'll try 
later, and get back to you.  Hang in there!  We'll get this boat 
sailing if it's the last thing we do!"

Ginger wondered if she ought to say a few encouraging words to the 
rest of the staff, but figured she ought to produce a few results of 
her own first.  

Heading off to bed, Ginger consoled herself with the notion that if 
she finished first she would have the first pick of the remaining 
categories.  Cheered by this thought, she headed off to dreamland.

Ginger, hoping the Southerners from our US contingency are all OK.