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[Jul. 13th, 2015|10:59 pm]
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The computer has turned slow again tonight, after a day when I let it rest for hours, and its recalcitrance been delaying me. There are various tasks I need to do— washing the dishes, taking the wheelie bins out to the street, and so on. I have no idea why the machine wants to persecute me. Could it be that it hates Portia? She does walk on the keyboard now and then, and has been known to shed fur on the tower, but the machine has no call to go after me just because I so obviously prefer the cat to it. It just goes to show that machines are not to be trusted.
There's a cricket chirping very loudly in the back yard tonight. Now, there's a creature who might be justified in being pissed off at me. One or another of the feral cats I feed is very likely to devour that insect, sooner or later. I wouldn't blame it for being miffed at me for putting it at risk, but the cricket doesn't seem to hold a grudge. It just sings away, so reliably, entertaining me. Why can't computers be more like crickets?
The house got a little bit warmer again today, as it is doing each day as we return to the summer heat which has been in abeyance for the last few days. But the cool evening has arrived, and I've got the windows open and the fan going, so I ought to be fairly comfortable by, say, three o'clock this morning. I might be asleep by that time, as I didn't get a nap again today. I'm already dozing off. I don't want to get to sleep too early,though, as if I do I'm bound to wake up before dawn, and then tomorrow will drag on too long.
There was something else, but I've totally forgotten it. It probably wasn't important. After all, when have I ever said anything that was? |
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