Income trumps excise
With a quick supper out of the way, the time was at hand. A timed, final exam. Out of ten MOOC efforts, the only one with a sudden death aspect. Some stress, sure. With a hard deadline approaching, it was “now or never”. And for the record, I managed to hold my average. Mind you, this is only 30% of the grade, but I know how I’ve done on other sections. Unless the peer markers go dancing wild on my back, I have another ribbon to hang on the virtual wall.
At wok, my only scheduled event for the day involved transferring data from an old laptop to a new one. The catch (there’s always one) was Win8. It doesn’t play well with others, even when the MSoft label is on both. The East Transfer wasn’t. I had to start from scratch and do things the manual way. No matter. The job is done, and the sun is shining. I’m less than three weeks from vacation, and little can go wrong.
I’ve decided to install Netflix on the iPad, and catch up on some of the documentary material I’ve been missing. First out of the box: Prohibition. Yet another Ken Burns spectacular, with fiddles and zoomed photos and a certain feel to things. Say what you may, I’ve been know to watch a Burns production more than once. Details. This time around, names that have come across in various history books are finally pigeonholed. I also understand (a little) more about the whole move to an income tax system. I may curse it, but the alternative (excise) is just so wrong…
