Reluctant to visit
Don’t be fooled by the similarities. Dogs are individual. Different. I just watched our visitor probing the kitchen sink for anything interesting, and I can say that our own dog has never tried that route to something wonderful. I was too shy to signal the incongruity, and the visitor has better teeth than me. All of this is temporary; I’m just the sitter for the afternoon/evening. Soon we will go back to our personal “one dog, one family” model. And I will be able to put the trash bins back at floor level, and refill the dog dishes (emptied as a premptive move on my part). Less reason to row.
My big drive upgrade is complete, I think. My leaving two similar units on the clone station, overnight, didn’t prove productive, so I went for another method. Yes, after several decades, I can find the way from A to B by several different routes. In this case, I found the appropriate SATA cabling, plugged in the new drive for initialization, then moved files (so many files – thousands and thousands) by the old school way… copy from one drive to another, and correct for errors along the way. I’m waiting for feedback, but my confidence level is high.
Had a text from one of the siblings: check to see if all was well, and then ascertain when I might be coming to visit. Well, summarily; I am well and my plans to visit are waiting for a miracle. Call it a vaccine, or a new protocol, whatever. Until public safety is restored, I am staying right here at home. Phone me. Facetime me. But my need to get up close and “huggy” is at an all time low.
