Rolling

Events conspired to keep me away from the translation for most of the day. First, of course, was the morning ritual at the store, which morphed into a paper chase to write some checks. By the time everything was sorted out, it was time to leave for my appointment in Durango.

Unlike last time, I decided to drive to Durango by myself. Everything went smoothly, and my stress level seemed to melt away as the miles rolled under my wheels. The appointment went well, with the primary result being a change in my prescription, again.

I did some shopping on the way home, and probably bought way too many groceries (but then again, the shrinking larder at the house probably made me do it). The drive home was pleasant, too, and unusual, in that for most of the way from Durango, there were no headlights in my rear view mirror.

Once home, I sat down to the translation and actually laid about 1,000 words or so down on phosphor before deciding to call it a night. So far, the text has been pretty straightforward, but while I was waiting for Galina to come to the store this morning, I spent some time looking up some of the more esoteric terms, which include a goodly portion of chemical names along the lines of 3,4-dichloro-yada-yada-yada-one.

* * *It must have been a slow news day in England, as the Telegraph carried a story to the effect that Secretary of Defense Rumsfeld's relatives in Germany have "disowned" him for his stance on Iraq. I figure, if they really think he's a monster, they should do what numerous American families did when a megalomaniacal ex-paperhanger whose first name was Adolph made them ashamed of their surname: change it.

* * *The late news is reporting that British Airways is offering a $199 round trip fare to London, which can be booked only this week. I shall have to look into that tomorrow, along with the prospect of buying tickets for a Kiyosaki seminar in Denver early in March.

On that note... it's time to hit the ol' rack.

Cheers...