Gators = Good

Gainesville

Went in the the Lib at noon today. Determined to get going on the de-duping project, and it's easier to focus when sitting there, even if a lot less comfortable than at home. Also, wanted to enter a handful of comics that had recently appeared in Rita's office-- turned out to be some of Leonard's Educomics. I was very happy to see them, and get a first hand look at things I've been hearing about for years. Some very disturbing stuff, though.

A glorious thunderstorm mid-afternoon with long hard rain. Very welcome! We need this kind of rain every other day at least for a normal Florida summer; we bitch about it when we get it, but when it's absent for awhile, we realize how important it is.

Working this evening some more on marking the comics dups. It's hard to put it down for even a day and expect to pick it up again-- the overhead of figuring out where I left off is daunting. Even 15 minutes would be enough to pick up the various threads, but of course once the loom is set up, one wants to go on weaving.

It's summer session break, so campus is deserted, and the Libraries close early. Spent two hours in Bill's office dealing with Tweets on the phone. I need to turn them off when I have web access.

Spent yesterday mostly on floors and laundry. Since it's such a quiet week in town, we were astounded to find the Outback bar a complete Zoo-- until realizing it was the NBA draft, and the Gator faithful were gathered to see who went when.

"Is he any good?" Mom asks of the Gator drafted by the Timber Wolves (some local team, apparently). PuLEEEZE! These five guys won TWO national championships in a row-- I think he just might be pretty good. We were all agog that three of our guys went in the top 10 of the first round-- a record.

I'm no round ball fan, as everyone knows, but you can't escape it when you live in Title Town. And, oh that's right, Mom-- you don't live here, so sorry. Easy to forget that we live so far away when the Net makes it feel like one big pond. And here is a cute cartoon of That Pond. Can't help but notice that dear little Twitter doesn't even break the surface.

Bar maid call. Back in a few.

Back. Now where was I? Sounds like you're due for a modern wheely contraption, Mom. I'm sure they have ones that are both lighter and more portable since WVa days. Today was a good start for getting out and around again. I'm happy to hear it went well. Take it slow and easy.

Some other things on the front burner, but too burned out to deal with them tonight. Typing with my eyes closed already. Time to stop.

G'nite.