Or did the gods invent Mondays in the first place just to spite us?<\/p>\n
Winter arrived yesterday evening and today we took our first dogwalk in it. That is, I stomped along determinedly while the dogs, in their rain jackets, stared at me aghast and demanded, “Can we go home now?”<\/p>\n
While winter here in the NorthWET doesn’t involve six-foot drifts of snow or 30-below temperatures (ah, fond memories of Wyoming and Minnesota!), it tends to arrive as suddenly as if someone up there dropped it on our heads<\/a>. Cold needles of rain are here to stay.<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n And of course this is the day that the driver-side door handle on Old Blue decided to explode — firing springs around the cockpit and thereafter refusing to open anything. Yes, today is the day I have to start rolling down the window and reaching outside to open the door. <\/p>\n Until I can figure out the fix. Peferably not in the rain.<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n It’s also the morning tens of thousands of identical spam messages decided to clog up my email. Literally tens of. Or so the counts and the sluggishness of the email works tell me. Repeated attempts to blacklist the sender and irretrievably delete the mails before their arrival succeeded only in sending them to the spam folder, from which I had to transfer them to the trash folder for a mass purge. After closing and reopening Thunderbird to kick it into gear again. And logging onto the the provider’s website when that wasn’t working.<\/p>\n Finally either something I did or something my provider did stopped the mailstorm. <\/p>\n So mary&^%$#@whoeverthehell!@yahoo.com, I missed out on your tens of thousands of attempts to send me millions of Nigerian dollars. And BTW, I am not your Dear One. Not even close, baby.<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n Now pardon me if I go off and nurse my disgruntlements. Meanwhile, have a few good reads:<\/p>\n Nicholas Johnson and the WSJ bring a touch of honesty<\/a> to the latest in victim disarmament.<\/p>\n Eric Peters talks about people who like to boss other people<\/a>. (Big H\/T LS)<\/p>\n