If I'm writing it must be Saturday

Still mostly ghosting the online life. Work and Whatnot -- with more Whatnot than I believe is allowed under the Terms of the Contract.

Still fighting the good fight against our Android Overlords. I will get my books off of my tablet before it dies, or I'll know the reason why -- which? I've never understood why that was a threat.

I have committed retail therapy. A light -- mat? flat? you can hardly call it a box at 0.16 inches thick -- is on its way to me, which will make several projects I have in my longeye easier.  Also, in case I get Really Crazy, which there are Signs that I might, it's small enough to fit in my laptop bag, in case I want to take it with me.

[Tangential Story: Back aways, my father took it into his head that maybe I was so weird because I was An Artist. He was something of a minor draftsman himself, so he took some pains to provide me with a light box, and two sets of beginner design packets (fashion and monsters -- covering all his bases, as it were). I did really enjoy the light box, which, back then, was a sloping plastic "table" with a white plastic work surface, powered by a 40 watt bulb, and kept it with me for a long time (I think I still had it when I moved in with Steve), but as it turned out, I wasn't An Artist, which was kind of a disappointment to my dad. Many years later, when I announced that I was A Writer, he bought me an unabridged dictionary.]

Here in Maine, it's hot and sunny, with hotter coming down the pike.  I have the curtains closed over the many windows in my office, and the heat pump on COOL.

Steve is doing something with phyllo and blueberries, and I -- have a short story to write.  Well.  *cracks knuckles*

Guess I'd better Get To It.

What're you doing this weekend?