The distant sound of barking
While choosing the appropriate laundry cycle, this evening, the machine entered into that warp space where time makes no sense. Kind of like the last five minutes of a major sporting event, I guess. At one point, the counter showed 25 minutes remaining. Thirty minutes later (I heated a pizza, so this was real time), the counter showed 21 minutes remaining. Shortly afterward, 9. Not any more useful than the download indicator in Windows XP.
Who cares about such things (other than those of us caught in the warp)? The weekend will end, and the second week of time off will begin. The stress level won’t rise significantly for another few days. My own version of changes in sea level. And getting back to that football game, Green Bay did beat the Bears, and their playoff hopes continue. I’d love to see the green and gold in the Super Bowl. Not enough to wager, but enough to watch more than the half time show.
Woke up through the night with the sound of the dog barking, distantly. Seems that the front door came unlatched in high winds, and the hairy idiot went outside to announce the news to the world (or to the newspaper man). Would have been more effective to come upstairs and let me know. Somewhere along the way, that dog failed basic intelligence training…
Reading the news, I find puzzles. The Coast Guard just rescued the passengers from a distressed cargo ship off the southern end of Newfoundland. I want to know: Did they leave the crew on board, or was this a mismanaged cruise ship, or what exactly? (After an update, the crew are still on the ship and the four passengers are in a helicopter).
