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Part of me...
May. 21st, 2011 11:10 am...is hoping this Rapture thing happens on schedule. Partly because it would make a fine excuse for stopping with the gardening, and partly because I love to see smug snark confounded, and there's been a lot of it lately. Having to live in a world of the damned, with floods and earthquakes and so on, almost seems a fair price to pay.
I said almost.
Jan's pain patches have run out, and the prescription I put in on Tuesday has yet to arrive at the chemist, and the surgery is of course closed at weekends. I'm waiting for a call back from the out of hours service to see if they can get me a replacement, which I'll have to go and fetch from Trowbridge and then get filled. The worry is that they've not been performing as well as they should, so if I can't get her one today and the one she has on runs out before Monday, it won't be pleasant for either of us.
Of course, the end of the world would solve that problem as well, since she would undoubtedly be taken up and I expect they have good drugs in heaven.
Meanwhile, Nyrond's Two Rules of Computer Tinkering:
1. When you embark on a long-drawn-out process like loading a large piece of software, and go away and leave the machine, it is axiomatic that when you come back the thing will have stalled at the first stage and be waiting smugly for a response from you.
2. And at the precise point when everything goes fish-shaped and you're trying to find the answer, that will be when you are interrupted by something important like the need to make a meal, or buy food, or dig the garden.
Have a good Saturday, everyone, and I'll see those of you who are still here tomorrow.
I said almost.
Jan's pain patches have run out, and the prescription I put in on Tuesday has yet to arrive at the chemist, and the surgery is of course closed at weekends. I'm waiting for a call back from the out of hours service to see if they can get me a replacement, which I'll have to go and fetch from Trowbridge and then get filled. The worry is that they've not been performing as well as they should, so if I can't get her one today and the one she has on runs out before Monday, it won't be pleasant for either of us.
Of course, the end of the world would solve that problem as well, since she would undoubtedly be taken up and I expect they have good drugs in heaven.
Meanwhile, Nyrond's Two Rules of Computer Tinkering:
1. When you embark on a long-drawn-out process like loading a large piece of software, and go away and leave the machine, it is axiomatic that when you come back the thing will have stalled at the first stage and be waiting smugly for a response from you.
2. And at the precise point when everything goes fish-shaped and you're trying to find the answer, that will be when you are interrupted by something important like the need to make a meal, or buy food, or dig the garden.
Have a good Saturday, everyone, and I'll see those of you who are still here tomorrow.