'Puter Days And 'Puter Nights

Here I sit at our secretary's machine 'cuz mine is acting crazy. After a long career in broadcasting, plus holding the FCC First-Class Broadcast Engineer's license, I know what the reason is: gremlins. That's what we called it in the business. When something went wrong with a camera and we couldn't find the cause, it was gremlins what was doing it. I may yet diagnose the computer's problem but, for now, it's gremlins.

That having been said, I've been here daily since early April and I just don't want to break the continuity. How good is a bridge that almost makes it to shore? An electrical cord that's missing only a quarter inch of wire still will not make your lamp work. A bungee cord ... well, you get the point.

I'm not lost without my friend on the desk, although I would like to know if their are any thunderstorms headed this way. I've got a Doppler weather map bookmarked. Keeping this blog going is also easier when I can just turn around in my chair and write about whatever is on my mind at the moment. (What I wrote for today, and is in the "drafts" folder can easily wait for tomorrow.) My brother is in another country and I like keeping in touch with him, but the closest machine is only a block away, right here, and I can use the walk -- although it's not fun in this hot, humid weather.

Like a kidney stone, this too shall pass.