2007 — 10 June: is that a chronometer in your pocket, or...?
It's a slightly sobering thought. I've just written the weekly snailmail1 to dear Mama, signing off as follows: "You know what? It's beginning to look as if, to our astonishment, we're no longer quite the Spring chickens that we once were! Christa is now several years older than you were when I first courted her."
On Her (unfailingly sensible) advice, I deleted my original final sentence: "Now that's an amazing/amusing thought."
But I still think it is.
Good news on the good news front... department
Still steadily improving state of health providing She remembers to drink plenty and not go dashing around. She's currently happily shredding what looks like a decade or so of unwanted paperwork. Best not to ask. And now she's snatching a few winks — maybe not the full forty, but a reasonable subset.
Bottle brushes
In the neighbour's garden are popping out like elderly Mounces in a heat wave. As he says, they obviously think they're back home in Australia. It's too darned (Cole Porter) hot for my liking. Where's that promised storm?
Ripping Yarns
I have ripped 881 CDs (12,908 tracks) occupying 88.3GB. I still have at least 12,700 tracks to go (which, at the lower bit rate, currently occupy 47.9GB). It is going to be a fairly closely-run race to fit everything on to the HP Media PC's main drive by the look of it. Not that that is going to be the ultimate resting place, of course.