alexpgp | From Starbucks, next to Highway 288...

I slept a solid 3 hours this morning, until Galina popped her head in to say she was going out for a while and that I'd gotten a couple of calls that went unanswered. I don't know if I would have normally gone back to sleep after such an interruption, but the unanswered calls bugged me.

I checked voice mail and found out the job outlined yesterday was on. I got a third call while I was figuring out how to actually get at the files (DSL is out and the quality of the voice line is so bad, the best my 56K modem can do -- when it actually connects -- is not much better than the throughput I got from my first modem, which had an acoustic interface to my Osborne 1).

So here I am at the Starbucks on FM 518 over near Highway 288, jacked in (albeit wirelessly) into the T-Moble network at their usual usurious rate ($0.10 minute, with a one-hour minimum per connection). I've downloaded the files and am trying to deal with email.

Blyech!

* * *While on the ever-fascinating subject of translations, I'll mention that I deferred working on the item due last night at midnight until after I got to the MCC for my shift, arriving about 90 minutes early. This enabled me to knock off the 800 source words for the rush client, gave me some kind of access to the Internet while doing so, and permitted me to avoid the storms that were all but certain to go through the area. (Lines of bad weather have been sweeping past Pearland the past few days, but the angry, twisting red and yellow mass of weather shown on the tube last night clearly indicated that Pearland would not be spared a severe soaking, or worse. Indeed, when the Russians showed up at their appointed time, they were pretty much soaked.)

Break's over... back to taming the email monster!

Cheers...