2009 — 16 December: Wednesday
Happy birthday, Christa! Time just relentlessly keeps on ticking along, doesn't it? Amazing stuff.
This is actually the fourth birthday you've had since I retired, and the third since your death; it's just that you're no longer around to blow out the candles on the cake, dammit... (And, besides, there's no cake.)
Oh well. Another batch of Seinfeld1 kept me smiling until nearly midnight. Then it was time to do the dishes, pop the final antibiotic of the day, and catch me some sleep. Rain, sleet, and snow overnight. Wonderful. G'night.
The forecast was mostly wrong
Although there's currently (08:44) quite a windscreen-scraping frost out there, the sun has just appeared over the trees, and the clouds are relatively high and sparse. No signs of the white stuff. I'm cautiously sipping my first cuppa lest I set off fresh tooth alarms. This is a wearisome infection.
I no longer feel the need to make much effort to understand precisely what goes on in my XP PC. Just as well, probably. While browsing Windows Annoyances I encountered the tale of a Firefox extension that Microsoft decided all users needed so that a potential vulnerability on IE could be efficiently and painlessly replicated among the Firefox user community. And that they installed, without requesting permission, and in such a way that its removal is surreally2 complicated.
Funny thing is: on my Firefox system, the add-on is present but not enabled. Sounds like a reasonable compromise.
Despite the Mahler, I think it's time to hit the supplies trail. It's 11:34 and the frost seems to have disappeared. Sorry, Mr Haitink.
Oh, yes. The frost has gone alright. It's been replaced by snow. My word, the Waitrose car park was an interesting experience. Never mind "carbon" footprints. What about the tyreprints of all these stupid, greedy, wasteful 4x4 Chelsea tractors? Grrr. Bears definitely have the right idea when it comes to winter.
Did I mention it's cold?
Alas!
Either we're moving into the post-antibiotic3 age, or I'm being targetted by a renegade gang of germs that feast on synthetic penicillin, or both, I guess. I shall be back in Dr Fang's comfy chair tomorrow morning to see if he can do anything to quieten the temperature and pressure sensitivity that is currently doing its best to make me grumpier than usual. Did I mention it's jolly cold out there? It's 16:32 and just about dark. Yuk.
Later
Dark? Yep. Cold? Yep. That'll be winter, then? Yep. It's 20:39 and time for another burst of the Jerry that is Seinfeld. Great stuff.