I woke up thinking about The Road to Perdition, thinking I should add a line to my comments on it. And thinking of the videos of the play and how to edit them, and getting passwords to work for the master chorale web site. I wrote to the webmaster to find out any restrictions on cgi programs on that network. It seems like they do restrict them, from what I've seen and read. In any case, if they are permitted I need a way to get in to change permissions and have not yet found that way, either through telnet or through ftp using a browser. I don't have enough of an interest to get a move on these things in a timely fashion, but at least I have taken that first step.
I am tired of waking early and often because of this leg. I hope it eases up and stays that way.
I am about to buy one of those ugly bath chairs. I hate the looks of them and I hate what they say, that I am disabled. Yet they would make my bathing experience much more comfortable right now. It does seem a little uppity of me to divorce myself from the millions who have come to an acceptance of their limitations. I don't mean to imply that everyone has a choice and that everyone should fight to the end, as I tend to do.
that time of day again.
that time of life again.
I took a nap when I got home and when I got up I found my glass coffee pot shattered on the floor. Probably Simba. Well, that will cut back on my coffee drinking temporarily, although I will use the French press until I get a new coffee maker. I had bought the coffee maker at a yard sale for a few bucks so it isn't a great loss.
More of that vague dissatisfaction. I just feel like sleeping. Well, not entirely. I just don't feel like doing anything. But I do feel like getting outside to fill the bird feeders.
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Five pounds of bird seed, that I bought just yesterday, filled up the four feeders. I need to buy this stuff in 50-pounds sacks, cheap cheap.
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my isp is not taking calls...on to the other one.