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I know where the day went...
...and mostly, it was nowhere.
I simply could not rouse myself this morning, despite several cups of coffee. I went through a couple of boxes, but found myself mostly moving stuff from one place to another. By 11 am, I had not turned on my computer, so I decided to go on a "computer fast" (at least as far as my work machine was concerned.)
At a little after noon, Galina and I joined the kids and grandkids downtown, at Yamaguchi Park. We ate fried chicken (courtesy of the Colonel) but it was really too hot and sunny to do anything much other than sit under the lone protected area. After a couple of rumbles due to thunder, we basically called it a day.
The rest of the afternoon was a welter of napping and going through more boxes.
I feel an urge to journal some more, but with a pen. Maybe it's because I found the journal I started when I was at Borland, written in a book I bought in Milan, during the first leg of a part of the "World Tour" I conducted for Borland in Italy, Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Denmark, and Sweden in early 1991, if memory serves.
Despite that urge, I don't really feel up to the task. There are so many things I want to ramble on about, but too little energy.
Cheers...
I simply could not rouse myself this morning, despite several cups of coffee. I went through a couple of boxes, but found myself mostly moving stuff from one place to another. By 11 am, I had not turned on my computer, so I decided to go on a "computer fast" (at least as far as my work machine was concerned.)
At a little after noon, Galina and I joined the kids and grandkids downtown, at Yamaguchi Park. We ate fried chicken (courtesy of the Colonel) but it was really too hot and sunny to do anything much other than sit under the lone protected area. After a couple of rumbles due to thunder, we basically called it a day.
The rest of the afternoon was a welter of napping and going through more boxes.
I feel an urge to journal some more, but with a pen. Maybe it's because I found the journal I started when I was at Borland, written in a book I bought in Milan, during the first leg of a part of the "World Tour" I conducted for Borland in Italy, Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Denmark, and Sweden in early 1991, if memory serves.
Despite that urge, I don't really feel up to the task. There are so many things I want to ramble on about, but too little energy.
Cheers...
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> there is.
In places where the humidity is well below 100%, as it is quite often in places like Houston.
And where the humidity is very low (as is the case in Phoenix), a wet, one-piece bathing suit is almost a sure-fire ticket to hypothermia!
Keep cool, lady!