So, yesterday was all about transferring files from Moose to the new-as-yet-nameless desktop.
There were a few heartstopping moments, such as when I thought the new hire was DOA, but the ritual flapping of hands while speaking the relevant incantations produced the revelation that the new screen was the problem, and that problem was? A badly seated HDMI-1 cable. This particular screen, whose makers apparently harbor Lofty Ideas of one’s ambition, came with two HDMI cables. Installing the second fixed the problem.
At the moment, Moose is hooked up in the living room, with the new screen, and the new hire is here at my desk with the old but still completely functional old screen.
While all those adventures were taking place, my next door neighbors came by with their snowblower and got the driveway sorted, for which I am very grateful.
Also, catching up yesterday’s events — a kind friend sent me not only a baking stone, but a pizza stone. These join the kneading board which had been given by another friend a few weeks ago. I am now reading to open my own bakery. As soon as I get these cats out of here.
Yeah, right.
We’re now caught up on Saturday, and move on to —
Sunday. Cold and grey.
Breakfast was buttermilk biscuits with sausage and cheese. Lunch will be lentil soup. Drinking my second cup of tea, and there’s a third in my near future.
I cannot tell you how much I’m hoping that the person who agreed to come and install programmable thermostats in this house actually comes and does that. It will be a marvelous thing to arise from my rosy bower to a house that’s warm and not have to shiver for an hour while temps achieve life-sustaining levels.
Last nigh, I realized that, of all the Stuff I did remember to back up for the new computer, I failed to download my Libreoffice user dictionaries, which, at this point in one’s writing career are extensive. So, that’s today’s Big Goal.
Other than that, I have a scene, and what’s probably a short story knocking around in my head, so I may try to sit quietly at a keyboard and see if one, or both, might like to have a chat.
I am reading Magpie Murders and I must say, if Alan was supposed to be a riveting writer with Christie-esque charm, it hasn’t shown up in what I’ve read so far.
Amazon pre-orders for Sea Wrack and Changewind stand at 158; Apple 10; BN 2; Kobo 9.
Here, have a picture of Firefly completing her Solo Hall Blocking Exam.
