"Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" But it's not due to them that I have a comfortable office chair again, it's thanks to Costco. My feet now lightly touch the floor instead of my knees being raised off the edge of the chair, I'm looking straight at my monitor instead of just up enough at it to give me a stiff neck, and my forearms are parallel to the desktop instead of inclined across the edge. Plus, of course, now I can just swivel around between babylon5's and vorlon's keyboard, instead of having to physically pick up the [shaky, loose at the joints] chair and scoot it around.
I also acquired a nice pot-bellied cast-iron teapot, finished rebuilding my balky disk array as a plain stripe again (having had performance issues with Solaris' software RAID5), have a full backup running, wrote some Perl code, learned some odd quirks about file copying to and from Windows1, got checks deposited in the bank, and ... hmm. What else? I have a feeling there's something else... Oh, yes, I have my paperwork for New Hampshire walking-disability plates for when I go to see my new doctor on Thursday now that we're insured again.
What I did NOT manage was to attend either of the planned rider gatherings this week in memorial of Andy Bell, a local rider killed in Connecticut last weekend by a Volvo-driving woman who turned left directly in front of him. I wasn't expecting to make the ride to the Cape today (apart from anything else, I don't know yet if I can manage a ride of that distance with my foot in the shape it is), but I'd hoped to make the gathering at MotoMarket in Acton Thursday night. As it was, though, the way timing worked out on various, it just didn't happen. I didn't personally know Andy, but all the same. I feel a bit like I've failed an obligation.
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