The Gateway remains in the shop.
I write this post in that great Socialist institution--the public library. Although securing a computer at the library is much like fighting for bread in Auschwitz. Just another sign of the decline of the American Empire. The public Library's hours have been greatly curtailed. Budget cuts. Essentially, the only folks who can make a trip to the library these days are those without a job. Of which there are plenty in Butte County.
I don't understand why that great stimulus package, that was passed last spring, didn't include making sure every public library is open 7 days a week for a reasonable amount of hours.
Rain. It has been raining since I returned from Costa Rica. I'm on vacation (had to use up a bunch of unused hours), with grandiose plans of doing this and finishing that. This January rain puts a crimp in such plans. It is the sort of rain, in the hypothermic 40 degree range, that chills you to the bone.
And vacations are for regeneration--not hypothermia. So my outside time has been limited to brief walks with the dog. Inside time has been spent reading. The best book I've devoured was Jon Krakauer's "Into the Wild". A very good read about an interesting (and impulsive) young man who should have brought a map with him to the wilds of Alaska.
Good news! My left great toe finally shed it's nail. This has reduced pain and makes working towards a new goal possible. And what will that goal be?