Ugh!

There are times when my and Galina's view of my upcoming deadlines do not quite coincide, which is why I completed only about 1/3 of what I had intended to translate. The rest of the time was spent dealing with interruptions, and anyone who thinks that a five-minute interruption extracts only five minutes of the interruptee's time simply has never spent a lot of time concentrating on some particular task.

In all, I reviewed two rental applications (did not like either candidate), called the rent house water company about a dozen times before getting through, being disconnected, and getting through again, only to find that the lack of water at the house was due to a general outage, but I took the time to establish service anyway.

I managed to leave the house in plenty of time for my cardiologist appointment, but by the time I actually saw the doctor, it was late, so the echo he wanted me to have must be scheduled next week, after Monday. (This wrinkle makes the upcoming deadlines just a bit more urgent, dontchaknow.)

I finished Blue Screen, by Robert B. Parker, and was (in retrospect) amazed at just how little plot one needs to get a book written. Given the genre (detective mystery)—and not caring a whit about the revelation of "spoilers," as the book was published nearly a decade ago—I found it odd that hardly anything at all occurs in the book, at least of a "detective mystery" nature (e.g., murder, procedural stuff). On the other hand, since the story does put Sunny Randall together with Jesse Stone (both professionally and personally), it does give Parker an opportunity to say some interesting things about love and sex. (One of the things I really liked about Parker was how he could quietly weave observations about issues into stories without letting them get in the way, but I digress...)

Theoretically, summer is about over. The weather people say—particularly with reference to this weekend—that it ain't over 'til it's over.

I just hope the a/c holds.

Cheers...