Damn. I'd forgotten this part. Awake at 0300, because my system can't figure out what time it's in. Or maybe it's the chapli kebab.
Internet slower than rush hour in the Tip Tunnel - doing an online sudoku is like keeping step with Zeno's arrow - and I've finished the only trash novel I brought, a Robert Parker western that did nothing to burnish his reputation or my simple mind. Haven't turned on the Kindle yet -- saving it, and its long but still limited battery, for a true emergency.
Can't figure out why the type isn't consistent on this blog, but perhaps someone savvier, i.e. younger, can work on it after daylight. Looks OK when I write. Minor in the context of global conflict, I know, but it's a pea in my princess bed. Which maybe I'll give another go at in a bit.
There's something moving inside the wall next to the desk as I type. Kinda hoping it's vegan.
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