Hello again, my friends.
I feel just awful that I haven't been writing regularly lately. I have many reasons, but they don't amount to excuses. Busyness. Tiredness. Lack of things to say. The same things, over and over again. But, those things have never held me back before, so what gives?
I am still unpacking boxes that were in storage for a few months. Still finding things I had forgotten I owned. I know, last year, that I got rid of a few flatscreen monitors, but others have taken their place and are waiting patiently for one of the two active ones I have, to go kaput.
Computer thingies. How could anyone outside of a duded who owns a computer repair shop, have so darned many computer thingies? Keyboards. Mice, both PS/2 and USB based. Keyboards, but just this one Model M keyboard. I just unearthed a 32GB SD card, still in its original wrapping. What the deuce did I buy it for? I don't know. But it was only about $14 at a local store so I "had to have it".
And the books! Where did they come from? It is as if the big books mate with other big books and produce lots of little books. Like, my Tom Clancy's and Lee Child's got together and begat all kinds of John D. MacDonald's, Rex Stout's, or Chelsea Quinn Yarbro's.
My home office has been rearranged since the flood. I keep my two computer desks side-by-side, with the much smaller desk behind me. It is where I keep my television and do Frank research mostly. Doing it this way means I only need one computer chair. I threw out the extra one this morning and some guy scavenging for garbage day scooped it up.
I officially have enough scanner to last me for the rest of my life, assuming I live to a ripe old age. When this one croaks, I can press one of several others into service. And my laser printer, when it goes to that great recycling depot in the sky, has a twin brother I can use at a moment's notice.
A lot of redundancy. Maybe too much of it.
I have yet to open every box. I am hoping to achieve that goal later on this week. I am hoping that whatever I find, I don't need and can toss out.
We still haven't resolved the issue with the couch that was in two pieces, and then three. We are hoping to get that out of the way in the next week or so. We both want this crap behind us.
The flood of 2019 is mostly a memory, but the aftermath, the clean up, has been time consuming and troubling. I don't know how I had managed to cram so much stuff in this room before. It is the same size; it did not shrink. But it has filled up faster than it ever did before. I do not have an explanation for why. Perhaps some law of physics got bent and now nature is punishing me for owning so much stuff.
Let's go with that.
Tomorrow night Patricia has a thing after work. I can go to the archives or the library without guilt that I am holding her up from something. I can spend some time researching an unsolved murder or missing persons case. Something relaxing...
I will call it a night. It's a night. Take care of yourselves and I will get back at you... tomorrow?