It was dark and raining. Admittedly, I’d overslept. The phone rang and woke me. The voice on the other end of the line was one I’d heard before. I’ve never met the man but he has evidently come to the conclusion that I’m the one to contact with questions. Where would the Sabbath evening get-together be held? I didn’t know right off the top of my head so I scrambled out of bed and headed for the computer. “Scrambled” isn’t exactly the word for it. When the bed is in its adjusted position, it takes a great deal of heaving and lifting myself out of it.
My eyes were barely open but I was eventually able to focus on the screen and answer the question. Oh, yes! He knew where that was. He’d been there before. I’d like to meet him and put a face with the voice. He sounds exactly like a man who used to work at the hospital. The Voice is very unique. So that’s how my Friday started.
Sunday has been a bust. DD called and they are moved into the new digs. I failed to ask her how Pixel was liking it. Last week, she thought he’d do better than where they were. It was noisy there and he was often on the alert. There aren’t any really close neighbors and the ‘hood is quieter.
Almost the whole livelong day, I have tried to find out why weird characters are showing up in the helps files. I’m sure merm could tell me an easy way to fix them but I don’t ask her any questions other than those that have to do with my blog. Anyway, it seems there’s some sort of conflict between WordPress and KompoZer but what will happen now is something I don’t know.
I’ve checked in now and then on the lunar eclipse. It’s smooth cloudy here after a day of sunshine so I’ve been watching it online. It’s definitely not nearly as interesting.
My reflux is working overtime tonight. It was like a little person sat at the bottom of my esophagus and launched a ball of whatever is down there into my throat. To say I’m tired of this is the understatement of the year.
The moon is still eclipsing but I’m going to bed. I feel as tired as if I’d done a full day of manual labor. Good night.