…eliminate the gappiness in the scanned files, no problem. I was killing myself trying to do it in Namo, and Word Perfect straightened it out like a champion.

My brother sent me the cover sketches that didn’t get broken, so we’re great with that—one of them nobody’s seen, and it may be a cover or the frontispiece. It’s lovely to be able to do things like that again.

We’ve got covers for Heavy Time and Hellburner. We’re ready to move with those. And Jane’s working on her actual manuscripts—yay!

The only glitch in the day came just as I served breakfast (two eggs) and the phone rang. It was Norton Customer Service/Troubleshooting. We spent at least 3 and maybe 4 hours today while first their troubleshooter and then their research department tried to figure out why the new Norton used its firewall to screen members of our housenet from each other. It took research about two of those hours, during which time we finally threw the right switches—and we concluded my installation of XP has a corrupt My Network Places file folder. If I go in through “Members of my Workgroup,” I’m fine. Just Network Places is screwy, and keeps making a new (and useless) copy of every computer on the network everytime you try to contact one. Isn’t that lovely? We had 2 problems, the first with the Norton firewall, and the second because my XP computer is the only one who can see (but not contact) everybody—but IT’S the one with the fatal flaw in Network Places. Now I think we have finally gotten things to where (without running a patch on XP, which, frankly, I have too many things in a fragile state for me to want to monkey with my system files)—Jane and I can trade files by housenet, thus eliminating the racing back and forth with little key drives.

Sigh. My Network Places has probably been screwed since 2004, when we caught T-Rex and Gravy intruding on our new housenet and realized XP Home had no protection. We killed the network, went and bought XP Pro, and upgraded with encryption, so we had housenet security, (as the current readers of the journal vol 1 may have noted) and I’m betting the corruption of my NP folder has something to do with that, from the git-go. Editing the Journal has made me the resident household expert on when things happened, and that’s my candidate for the official screw-up incident.

Ah, well, I’ve gotten along fairly well until Vista and the new Norton entered the picture—sometimes I can print, sometimes I can’t. I’ve never been able to contact Jane, whether on three different laptops, but I can always see the desktop computer, so we’ve been communicating via dropping files on it, which both of us can see. Now we can see each other, but the last I heard, the desktop wasn’t seeing either of us—so who knows what will happen the next time I look. You have to have a sense of humor about it or run mad in the streets. We think we have it fixed, so I think that probably means Jane got the desktop to find us both.