goin' outta business
Mr. Forgetful left his laptop power adapter in Rochester this weekend. Now he's using borrowed electric conduit to can do it.
I'm trying to squeeze the catch-up on all my unread net news I've missed.
Missed -- oh -- from the holiday weekend's relaxing, mostly untethered return to Rochester.
My thumb and index finger are yankhammering the Mark-All-As-Read keycombo trigger in NetNewsWire, but the To Reads are still piling up like virgin deer on the opposite side of the white highway line.
I oof crunched my front tire over a wayward antler on Friday night's drive, in my haste to zoom out of the Interstate-90 crack between my two homes.
This holiday weekend I...
- waded through lake weeds and muck
- watched someone dump his bbq painted/smoked ribs onto the oven floor
- laid watching fireworks, letting rain drench my clothes and drown our singing of the national anthem (or something similar)
- (and what would an All-American weekend be? without having) played family bocce and modelled clothes for the department store fitting room mirror
Show me how to process all this incredible, oops, boring, oops, what-does-it-all-mean information, and I will show you a good night's rest and a plot to save humanity.