Dear Diary: Convalescence
Kathleen stayed home today, of course, but she felt a little better as the day wore on; in fact, she began to be bored — always a good sign. I felt better, too, once I’d talked to the doctor, who reassured me by confiding that, three weeks ago, he was laid low with the same symptoms.
And that was all there was to today. Little jobs, bits of reading, work on the Daily Office. A very special and unlooked-for package in the mail; the moment I spied the return address, I began (rather entitledly, I confess) to hope that it contained something like what in fact turned out to be inside. On the drawbacks side of the ledger, the netbook had connectivity problems that seemed to have something to do with — but it turned out to be something else entirely, something that I should never have thought of, or known how to fix. My patron saint proxied the machine about an hour ago and determined that the cut-outs had something to do with the netbook’s power management protocols. It seems that I toggled into the wrong mode. There is much to be learned &c.
Meanwhile, my DVD/Portico project bumped along nicely. My other patron saint reminded me of — duh! — the <br> tag. It is totally typical that I have been able to conceive of this project, for which I have great ambitions — as a way not only of keeping track of my movies but of grouping them in “if you liked this you’ll like that” arrangements, and making Web pages out of it to boot — while forgetting all about the <br> tag in the middle of it all. That’s why I did not become a mathetmatician. It’s why I was great at trigonometry. In trigonometry, there are tables to remind you which particular version of <br> you needed. Â
Meanwhile, Jean Ruaud published a third gallery of New York images at SmugMug over the weekend, and they’re all great, but I love the shots of the Cloisters more than I can say, especially the one of this feller.