Guess the frequency
It was a bargain. The colour (a hopeless tan) didn’t even enter into the pre-purchase analysis. It was on sale! 66% off. And in my rushed state of mind, I didn’t even consider taking two. Tonight, I returned to the site of my oversight, and there were none remaining. Except, of course, at full price and I wasn’t willing to compromise. We’ll just have to share the only “day holster for DSLR” in the house.
I checked online. The shipping, alone, is more than I paid for my purchase earlier this week. Even eBay had nothing (although I can get one imported from Hong Kong, if I’m willing to wait for the quarantine). Maybe. I drive a hard bargain (with myself).
While I was out, I also purchased the taxation software for the current season. In a better universe, the government would provide this, online. After all, they get to keep “my” money for months on end with no accrued interest. Instead, a limited number of firms are able to charge $40 to all of us who suffer from revenue-affective disorder. Proof that we live in an unjust world.
Already bedtime. My listening to various tone tests will have to wait until the morning. My latest online course, from the University of Belfast, requires that I guess the frequency of a sound sample (to what goal has not yet been explained). I am actually not bad at stuff that fits into the range I can still hear. The others – consider this to be a form of age discrimination.
