Mustard kick
My bus ride did the retrograde motion thing, again today. I called client service, and while on the phone, the bus looped back around and by. Bye. No chance of making a connection, and no sense waiting on hold. You do enough waiting in the pubic transit orbit. By the time my next bus came along, I was back to being zen. That might have been due to the 29.8C temperature.
The service call on that noisy computer was handled this afternoon, and a suspicious sensor was swapped out. And then, the part that only another tech can appreciate. The service call will remain open for another week, just in case. Assurance is companies with money; the rest of us just wait to see. The secretary was just happy to lose the jet engine under her desk. Added effort to telephony.
Hey! Son #3 made supper. Burgers with a mustard kick. It’s good to see another generation move beyond cookies and into cuisine. If ever he casts off from the mothership, he can avoid hunger.
Here’s a puzzle. If a window screen has a hole in it, should I consider that it serves no purpose, or does it confuse insects enough to reduce the panic induced by having a fly in the living space? My own take is that bugs are dumb, and they will bounce off the 98% coverage. The other 2% that allows ingress is like a winning lottery number. That’s the reason why mosquitos do happy dances. And a bumble bee will be repelled by raised shields. There; the screen stays.
