The weekend, sadly, was a bust. I failed to go to a perfectly good BBQ in walking distance of my house on Saturday because I was depressed and disoriented. Then I tried to go to the dreaded 60/30 hellbirthday on Sunday only to find that it had happened on Saturday; I had been misinformed. The D’s crowd therefore got a surprise visit from me bearing hummus.
I’m fighting a pernicious desire to stay in bed with the covers over my head. It’s all wrong; this is a bad time of my life to be down ‘n’ dumpy.
Mad props to hensatc for hooking me up with a very nicely priced floor-demo Apple laptop. I’m now in the OS X full-time, and not just when I can boot my mother off her own computer. I obviously miss a lot of things about Linux that I had tuned up and familiar, but I can tell this is going to be a good desktop OS for me. Besides, these powerbooks have beautiful displays and ergonomics, unlike my dying work-provided ThinkPad.
realitylost thinks I should shave off my beard, but I cling to it: cling, cling, cling.