2012 — 10 August: Friday

Today's treats and excursions¹ after rebooting the modem/router will now include having chums round for an afternoon 'high tea' of sorts, and shortly thereafter an evening trip to see something about exotic marigolds over in Winklechestershire on a projection system that now boasts a bright new bulb. Though not, I suspect, a marigold.

The temporal interstices — if any — will doubtless continue to be put to dubious use as I carry on with my obsessively self-imposed task of pulling all my 'downstairs' CDs out of the random set of CaseLogic folders they currently occupy (intermingled equally randomly therein among DVDs and Blu-rays) and pushing them into one of yesterday's delivery of four new cases.²

Furthermore, to give me at least some hope of finding specific tunes in my oft-postponed but always (I like to think) looming future of glorious low-entropy good organisation, a certain amount of database indexing (re-indexing, to be more precise³) will be entailed. This also explains last night's emergency dash out for more labels necessitated, of course, by the inevitable workings of Murphy's Law.

Meanwhile, despite bizarre warnings of "sea fog" in yesterday evening's forecasts, the sun is shining brightly out of a cloudless blue sky hereabouts. Could it be summer already? Definitely time for breakfast and another cuppa. I'll worry about clothes later.

Oops

Having completely forgotten⁴ about lunch, I've just had to make a quick dash out. It had somehow slipped my mind that it's already Friday and I try not to shop at the weekend. Still, no trace of the promised sea fog (or maybe, like the protagonists in Daniel Galouye's wonderful 1961 SF novel "Dark Universe", I've developed infrared capabilities).

Wonder what else I'll remember I've forgotten? [Pause] Well, I forgot to take along Mr Postie's two cheques from Uncle ERNIE, so they will have to wait until next week now.

Later

The house is once more back to just me, guests dispersing after — I hope — having enjoyed themselves, and the dishes are drying themselves as I type. I've showered and grabbed a bite to eat. It will soon be time to head out for tonight's film.

Footnotes

¹  Though not before I'm dressed, at least.
²  For reasons I doubt even Sigmund Freud would begin to comprehend, it somehow suits my aesthetic sensibility to separate the audio from the video, as it were. Of course, churls could argue that I should have done this from the word "go". To these I would say, erm, "I guess so. Bite me."
³  To be even more precise, the DVDs and Blu-rays that move 'earlier' in the existing cases to occupy the slots vacated by the fleeing CDs will also have to be re-indexed. Of such joyous tasks does an obsessive collector's life consist. I wonder who indexed all the jokes Bob Monkhouse famously gathered?
⁴  I still concentrate, erm, concentratedly when I concentrate — it seems.