I love the tech guys. They fixed my iBook with the greatest of ease yesterday (which may just mean I’m a ninny) and sent me home with a lollipop. Okay, not really, but it does strike me that whenever they see me I’m in the state of elevated panic you’d expect from a hypochondriac in a doctor’s office. The hushed tones, the urgent appeals, the excessive display of gratitude and relief when they make everything better… did I say “love”? I meant “worship the ground they tread.”
I see Terry’s been no slouch while I’ve been gone. In case you missed it and aren’t feeling inclined to scroll, this post on the ubiquity of Kind of Blue was a highlight.
Thanks to those who have sent me email. It has been trickling in this week from Terry. I’ll answer it over the next few days, whether in email or right here. And now for some blogging.