Proceed with the season change
In celebration of spring (as referenced by a croscus blossum in the front yard), I wind on the offensive. The BBQ is now back in its place of homour. Dito for the table and chairs that continue to be a heavy lug up the grade from below our deck. No need to think about them (for another six months). This is an annual event, and my deliberate transfer of the BBQ sections, through the kitchen, would appear odd to any onlooker. Thankfully, there were none.
We are awaiting our next coffee delivery, which is under lock and key at the local post office. Odd way to prove that the weekend means something to them. So, Monday, then?
Downstairs, in anticipation of my next effort, the area soon to be known as the “studio shack” is in flux. I’ve placed certain gear into position, and maybe by tomorrow I will have a working solution. Depends on the coffee, probably.
We are close to tax return time, and the software install is underway. What usually take fifteen minutes, tops, has been going on for hours now. You see, the company decided to remove any Windows 7 users from the fold, and I suspect the test to determine if we had upgraded has bugs. I mean, we’ve successfully installed the program, a number of times, but the “enter your serial number” phase has failed, dramatically.
There’s been a call going on with the support number for better than an hour. That, right there, turns this into a loss leader, because the personnel on the hot desk aren’t free. And just for reference, we had to modify our local DNS search address, which means that someone didn’t have their coffee, at some point.
