Hi. First of all, I'm sorry I didn't write on Thursday. I wasn't feeling well. I pretty much slept the entire day away, getting up only to watch a movie and eat something, before crawling back to bed. Not much to write about.
We returned to work this morning. Pretty quiet day at work. Not much to write about.
After work I went in search of a special patch cable that I could use to connect a digital coax cable (which is apparently just the video/yellow/rca cable to a pair of computer speakers. The cable would run from a coax-out connection on the back of the new HDTV to said speakers. Didn't work. Don't know why. For the short-to-medium term, the red and white rca jacks on the back of the cable box will run to said speakers. That works perfectly, and Patricia is pleased with the sound the now 4 speakers make. A very inexpensive solution. I just got rid of a 5.1 stereo system because it was too much hassle to maintain and it was very unusual for all 6 of the speakers to fire up at once. I replaced that system with a 2.1 computer speaker system that produces pretty good sound, and now there is a similar set up upstairs in the living room where Patricia will spend a goodly percentage of the winter months.
The weekend is here. It is one of those funny weeks where there were 2.5 holidays in the middle, so after one day back, it's the weekend again. Next week, of course, I work Monday and Tuesday, have January 1st off, and then return for 2 more days before yet another weekend. I figure by June I'll get used to writing "2014" on cheques. I can state this because I probably won't write a cheque until June.
With few exceptions, the only cheques I've written in the last 18 months were to pay for and be reimbursed for, a monthly expense for my mother's home. Since she's moved out, she no longer requires that service. Otherwise, I was writing cheques for a 6/49 lottery pool I'd been in for the better part of 20 years. For reasons that I don't understand, that pool folded a couple of months ago, so I have even less reason to write cheques.
Newbie is on the bookshelf by my left shoulder, cleaning himself, preening himself even, probably in anticipation of whatever foul desires he wishes to foist upon me. I keep telling myself to be brave, but that is often easier said than done.
See you tomorrow.