Yes, I’m aware the plural is synopses. I just like synopsi better. Not that I like any of the beasts very damned well. Yes, I am STILL bashing away at Taro’s. No, I really don’t think I’m getting anywhere. In fact, I scrapped the half-page I had as gods-awful, and started over. Now I have two pathetic paragraphs.
Sigh.
My computer is still acting up. I’ll have to take it to the Geek Squad tomorrow.
Thank God for the Geek Squad.
Breakfast with brother and family was fun. My little nephew is growing fast, and he’s damned cute too! I got to wow with my rock-the-baby skills. Hope experimented and found her aunt and uncle still adore her. I think she was afraid she’d been supplanted, but that clearly isn’t the case.
In wandering over my blog today, I realized I have a confession to make. I forgot that I did in fact write that blog about forgetting we’re at war. So I haven’t mentioned it except while ranting.
For me being a forgetful idiot, I mean. It drives my roommate nuts. Not only do I frequently fail to plan, (she tells me I have no conception of time) but often when I do plan, I don’t tell her. I think I did. I remember telling her my plan, getting her input, we agree, it’s settled. Only it was all in my head, and I never talked to HER, and then I’m surprised when she’s surprised…
I don’t need a keeper. But I have to admit a back-up, ambulatory memory-holder and decision-maker would be most beneficial.