How could I miss it? Monday, the 29th, it was St. Dominic’s Day, the Patron Saint of Astronomers. I got a pleasant E-mail this morning, I’d sent a quote from Ovid to a friend in the frozen north, and he responded by reminding me that Ovid meant “sheep” in the original. Sheep love, it’s not just a Texas thing, it has roots in the classics. “Qui non vult fieri desidiosus amet” — attributed to Ovid.
What a strange day — it had “Monday” written all over it. Lunch at “Avenue Cafe” — usual rounds downtown, bank, post office, bank again, coffee shop, river walk, coffee shop…. but there was something in the air, no, not literally, but a feeling, a feeling of a cloud lowered on our heads. Might just have been the constant threat of rain, too. Got home and a Cancer swung by and grabbed me for some dinner. Is Tex-Mex twice in one day too much? I think not. Then I got down to business. The most recent update hit the wires, and the first thing I had to do was deal with all the bounced mail. So far, though, and this looks like the record, there were only a half dozen bounced messages. Now, I only have to worry about the hate mail. “Who are you and why are you sending me this?” Last time I checked, you subscribed, and it was a two step process — just to make sure — “listserve” angst? Looks really cold out — don’t think we’ll hit 70 today.
