In an unusual stroke of luck, the Purolator man arrived yesterday before I had to leave for my doctor's appointment. He brought with him my superfantastic new carry-on bag (official doughnut capacity still to be determined), and a wireless router. This leaves only one shipment to come that I might miss (as I am extraordinarily good at missing deliveries). That would be the one bringing the new laptop to go in the bag. The warranty on this one runs out in a few weeks, and it is misbehaving enough that I fear for its general well being. According to the progress bars, Dell is busy producing it now, with an estimated ship date of the 25th (with a red disclaimer at the bottom about some unforeseen supply constraints that may delay shipping). However, I ordered it in good time so that it would arrive before the warranty on this one expires. I am often a victim of planned obsolescence.
However, my mood is somewhat dampened by the fact that the doctor told me that although my lungs sounded "good", I ought to stay away from practice and "stay quiet" for a few days. I think she may have been using the good, better, best scale, because she mumbled something about not wanting this to become bacterial and require antibiotics. Not that I went there for any of that. I went for a shot in the @ss. And the Errant Boarder has been, well errant, I think. For a couple of days. Which worries me. I do know the thing about taming feral cats is that it has to be done on their terms. But I'd like to see his scrappy scarry little self!
The whole staying quiet thing means I'm a little short on material, so I bring you this reminder from earlier in the summer that sometimes imperfection is more beautiful and interesting than the ideal. Feel free to click and enlarge the image.