Dispatches from Cyberspace

And my tablet has arrived. Thank you, Robert of FedEx for ringing the bell, and wishing me a good day. Screen signed and package inside. 11:37 am

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New tablet. OMG so cute!

Of course, I have no idea what I'm doing and I'll need to find a translation for what the icons mean, but I repeat: OMG so cute!

Ahem.

So, after a brief, doting new-parent, delay, dinner is in the oven -- a chicken breast patty with a slice of mozzarella on top, and crushed tomato sauce on top of that, under a tin foil hat in the oven.

Leftover peas for veggies, I think, and maybe a slice of bread.

Yeah, that sounds like lunch...
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Well. Speaking of rabbit holes. I sat down with the Boox, which has made Many Assumptions about how people deal with their devices. I've managed to figure out how to annotate, which is, along with the e-ink tech, what I wanted the thing for, so that's a plus. Having figured it out, I'm not sure how useful it will be, but it's early days.

I increased the font, monkeyed with the refresh rates, got the stylus paired, and a bunch of all those other things that you do when you get a new device. I'm still a little hazy on what the symbols on the navigation bar mean, but I halfway solved that by changing them out for symbols that I recognize.

I'm baffled by the absence of what is to me a recognizable home screen, but there's probably a way to finesse that, too. Later.

The biggest frustration so far is that the on-board manual ain't on-board. It helpfully gives you an address where the document ought to be on the device, but it's not there, and the web download instructions simply make no sense. Oh, and I just tried that address from this machine, and there isn't a manual for the B&W Go-7, which would explain why it can't be downloaded, hey?

Well.

Tomorrow is, they say, another day. However, I really can't play with my new toy all day tomorrow. No, I mean that.

I did a second go-over of the tax questionnaire, but I didn't make my phone call, so that'll have to happen tomorrow.

The cats have been checking in on me. Tali has made it her habit to join me here in the business office after lunch, which is very pleasant. Rook usually checks in a couple times, but he really does love his basket back on Steve's desk. It's funny that Firefly will use the basket on my desk -- last known as Trooper's Basket -- but neither of the new kids use it anymore, though they liked it a lot when Grandpa was still with us.

So, I guess that it's for the day.

Everybody stay safe.

I'll check in tomorrow.

This never happens

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Thursday. Sunny and cold.

Firefly came to join my in the comfy chair this morning, and spent some time gazing up into my face, and kneading, and rubbing her cheek on my hand, and offering her chin and belly for rubs. She's never this demonstrative. After she had expressed her devotion, she curled up on my lap and went to sleep, which, yes, also never happens. She'll sleep next to me on the couch or on the bed, but she hasn't been a lap-sitter.

Needless to say, I spent an extended time in the chair, thinking thoughts, and trying just to Breathe. It was nice. She did finally stretch and jumped down, with a very high tail, and we both got something to eat.

Before I forget: Chocolate tea is much improved by a dash of half-and-half, but I think it will not become a favorite with me.

Today, I am on FedEx Watch. They're being cagey, and will only say that the package is on a truck and will be delivered "today." They usually come by between 11 and noon -- in fact, yesterday's note was left at 11:11, so -- fingers crossed. I don't, of course, dare to go into the back of the house or downstairs, but it's not like I don't have things to do.

. . . like go down the rabbit hole of new Motorola phones, because I have never bonded with the free Pixel 9 Pro. I mean, it's a phone, and it does the phone-like things that I need done. It weighs too much, and it gulps down battery power like a chimp with a crate of bananas, but apparently all the new phones are power-hogs, and Seven! Days! Between! Charges! is a thing of the oh-so-long-ago.

I was briefly tempted by the Moto G Power, but -- yanno, the Pixel works, and whatever it did yesterday to produce that spark of "Yanno? You can be replaced." has already faded.

So, late getting started here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory -- call it half a writer's day off. I do very much need to call the CPA, and work on my talk for the Waterville Public Library in a couple weeks. And play with my new tablet if/when it arrives.

Realsoonnow, I'm going to have to start doing my read of the WIP, but that can wait another day or two. I also need to put some serious thought into how I expect to stay solvent after this contract is finished -- that was one of the subjects Firefly and I touched on. She likes this house, as I do, and wanted to make sure I wasn't thinking about moving. I'm not. I mean, yeah, it's too big for one old woman and three cats, because ghosts don't take up that much room, but the reasons for the house -- this house (all on one level, in town, near shopping, the cats' vet, and the not-exactly-a-hospital) -- are still good. Plus the ghosts. Steve put a lot of care into making this a Lee-and-Miller History House.

So, that's where I am at mid-morning.

How's everybody doing?

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