More telephone fun...

There are few things I've come to find more annoying, in my curmudgeonly ancientness, than to have a computer or a telephone make an unfamiliar noise, leaving me with absolutely no clue as to what presumably life-changing event I should be aware of.

So there I was, minding my own business, when my DROID pipes up with the Battle Cry of Freedom, the presence of which on my phone is no mystery (I put the MP3 there), but the reason for playing of which most certainly is.

I fire up the device and scan all recent events, and conclude that the only thing to have happened within the past minute was the arrival of email.

As much as the Battle Cry of Freedom has a catchy tune, rousing lyrics, and drips with historical significance, I don't need the phone to play it every time an email arrives, else I'd go nuts. I have, in fact, a home-brewed email notification consisting of "CQ" in Morse, sounded out at 8 kHz. Most people don't even notice it when it plays (including me). And after the great Android update débâcle of earlier this month, I seem to recall that I had changed what the update felt should have been my message notification tone—some awful thing, I don't remember what it was—to my CQ notification.

So yesterday, I changed it again. It seems to be working. For now.

Translations are caught up. Invoices are caught up (and sent). No time to rest on laurels, though.

Cheers...

Straightforwardly, on Monday...

It's been one of those rare days consisting mostly of physical activity for me, since there was nothing to take care of in the translation end of the world.

I put a fairly good dent in moving books to the storage unit, and estimate it will take another 15-20 boxes to empty the shelves (5 of which have been filled since dinner).

There are still too many things to do in too little time.

What can be done will be done.

Cheers...