I have a solemn promise from my Personal IT Wizard that I shall have a computer all working and re-stocked with files etc. by sundown tomorrow. It has been revelatory, confining my
Reading Doris Goodwin's book on Eleanor and Franklin and "the Home Front" -- it is hefty, slow going, but interesting--gave me a running start on the NYRB review of Oliver Stone et al., The Untold History of ... I didn't know anything about Henry Wallace. Now I do (I think).
Re-reading The Virginian, which I love. "A middlin' doctor is a pore thing," etc. Words to be going on with.
Off to do some banking and make some appointments and then home again and consider the rest of the day. I did some mending the other day -- I have a very nice cozy pair of Haflinger (sp?) slippers but I have worn a fuzzy hole in the toe of one of them. The design is of a sheep, so I mended the hole with green embroidery floss and then added some more embroidered "grass" for the sheep to be eating. If I can remember how to do the lazy daisy stitch I may include a few flowers. The result is not unsightly. Not as unsightly as the hole, at least.
Did some housework yesterday and it must have made a difference as I had to empty the "big" vacuum cleaner three times before I was done!
And so it goes...