Wednesday,
April 24, 2002
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FFP's hands caught in a corner of a picture of food (I don't know when or where we were eating)
"We must make up our minds
to be ignorant of much, if we would know anything." |
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I've tried to be patient with myself No meetings today. I didn't want to get up. The wine last night. Or the usual malaise.
At work, I concentrated on creating some material for a paper I'm writing. I had to do battle to recall a lot of data sets that I hadn't used lately first. And then battle my own stupidity. But I'm making progress. I think anyway. When I got bored, I worked on another project. Or wrote profound answers to e-mails.
At lunch, SuRu and I went to Edge City. I got a salad and what was supposed to be 1/2 a turkey and cheese sandwich. It was a whole one. On a roll. Too much and not that tasty. I'll stick with Vegie Burgers, Pitas and the Tuna Steak salad here in the future. We almost went to Thundercloud but they had a line and Edge didn't. We wandered Barnes and Noble. I looked at guide books on Lisbon and Portugal. I flipped through some computer books. I flipped through some self-help and diet books. All seemed incredibly weak and wastes of money. As I stood by this display, a woman came out of the coffee shop and returned three of these titles to the stacks.
FFP has a business meeting after hours. I go over to SuRu's and she puts out a cold supper of paté, cheese (a Vermont Goat cheese with three peppers), cherry tomatoes, carrots, guacamole and some really good crisps and crackers. My diet today hasn't been that great. Sigh. We drink water. When I get home and before I can turn off the service, FFP calls. He's at Four Seasons listening to Rebecca, visiting with friends, having a drink. I'm in grubby jeans, a worn out polo. (I've been wearing stuff from my closet to see if I should keep it.) I don't feel like having a drink nor driving downtown. I'm trying to figure out why my company machines VPN commands quit working behind my firewall. After looking up commands, poking around and such for an hour I decide to boot the machine. It starts working again. Sigh. I take that as a sign. After looking briefly at the Dreamweaver lessons on Barnes and Noble University, I gather up newspapers and sit in the big room with TV and papers. FFP comes home and joins me chair dozing and then it's put another boring LB day to bed.
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