I’m plugging away on the DREFFLE BOOK OF CHRISTIAN APOLOGETICS, which is weird, weepy and reverential poetry that one of my ancestral kin put together. It’s all handwritten; I either have to find it on line and copy paste, or type from scratch if the all knowing interwebs don’t find it. The end result is all of the poems in one big word file for mOm. She says that the file has weird lumps in it (I’ve sent progress reports) but I think that’s because I’ve got the Mac and cheese version of Word.
Later today more housework. Yesterday was the kitchen. Today various other hell holes.
Buzz is sad and needs a new battery. I went on line to find out how. His manufacturer sucks a big fat ropey mop; the website contains no useful information.
I’m trying to improve my mood, to little effect. The weather is gross.
Time for some coffee.