Finally down a pound on the diet…that is…

Down a pound from the lowest I’ve been, period. So all the holiday weight is off, plus one. Jane’s aggravated because she’s not losing at the moment, and we have indulged a bit in low-carb (but not carb-free) ice cream—which, let me tell you,...

Trying Dragon speech recognition.

I debated for a long time whether or not I could use Dragon speech recognition. I tried it once back in the 70s or 80s and it was awful. You had to talk like a robot to make it understand you. I also hate their run-on commercials. But I also know that using your hands...

The dreaded closet cleanout.

Two shirts from the 70’s that I’m determined to wear again. Belts from the 70’s that are still cool. Enough black con tees to equip a regiment. A pirate coat and shirt and boots… A 1960’s velvet shirt that—oh, dear, I’m not...

Jane got the scene done.

I’m down to the last on the contract-scanning. Still fighting the weight a little. Don’t know where that pound came back from — but it’s gotta go. Doing all right the 3rd day after the header I took…pretty stiff, but Ibuprofen handles...

Jane lost, we think, a sector pointer…

She’s finishing a novel—a critical scene—and we usually leave the word processors up when playing games. We were playing Guild Wars last evening. So…well, likely that has nothing to do with it. Word Perfect has its screwy notions. At any rate,...