Answering dozens of questions
Two ships, in the middle of the ocean. One large, the other larger. Drawn together, inexorably. The details are lacking, but a naval destroyer managed to get hit by one of those container ships. Messy. By the time all of the inquests are over, the rest of the world will have forgotten about it.
I should ignore that darned dog. There really is no need to watch the sunrise on a rainy day. Now I’ve been awake for what feels like a long, long time; coffee will be the answer, no matter the question. My life as seen in a trivial pursuit moment.
We went to breakfast, and I used that “wait period” before the arrival of the eggs to show someone the wonders of a digital library. A tiny computer, wedged in carefully between two coffee cups. I believe the bootup took longer than any sync between an e-reader and the laptop. Windows 10 on a netbook with an Atom processor is more to say “I can” than “I should”.
Trying to track ancestry for someone else. The whole of the search is in Acadian records, where the lines are not always drawn clearly. If the age of a parent seems wonky, don’t fret it. Just accept that records reconstituted from oral memory, after the fact, will have certain stretches of the imagination. I’ll get back at it, tomorrow; for today, I’m scheduled to join my posse and answer dozens of questions about not much of anything. Did I mention my life is a study in trivial pursuit?
