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Thursday, November 20, 2003  


BD took the comptuer in to be "looked at" - the ancient, mouse in a flywheel driven computer - and, for those of you who have never done such a thing, this means, of course, that nobody looked at it. And now it is languishing in the dusty repair room being laughed at by the slicknew geek-approved computers who are in for tinkering. I have no machine at home and just a wee bit of time before work to write anything.

Thank you all for your tender concern about my depressing situation. I am sure I shall rebound and with luck, a bit of english on the ball shall send me in a far more rewarding direction. Do not fear that anything threatens my job, income, family or health. It is all merely a set-down, from within the profession, which rather smarts.

Again I forgot to bring in the lovely handpainted superwash merino. Eventually it shall color the screen here. And tomorrow there are some treats in store for me = for I am taking a day off for my birthday luncheon with a girlfriend, long postponed from Isabellish September. If I get the machine back today I shall post tomorrow, but if I am silent you shall know the reason.

posted by Bess | 9:49 AM