In a time when humor is sorely lacking, I found this comic amusing.
Then last Sunday’s Donnesbury tickled a funny nerve.
Wasn’t much of a good day. Near as I could tell, the news is the same material, recycled, and I’m not happy, either way. I spent most of the evening wrestling with computer code and duplicate websites so I could get the new server up and launched in time. I do have some surprises, and the back-end is looking better and better all the time.
For three mornings now, I’ve tried to answer one last e-mail before I scooted out the door, and for three mornings, I’ve been late for the bus. Missed it, actually. What was worse, this morning, I was standing at the bank teller machine across the street. If I hadn’t stopped to make a withdrawal, I would’ve been early, like I like it.
Walking further up congress, though, there’s that place to stop for one last cup of coffee, and the little Scorpio barista has the perfect way of mixing the steamed milk and espresso.
Did I mention that I hate working on a new server, trying to learn its eccentricities?
