Another beautiful day in our neck of the woods!
I called Em for a chat and we had a very satisfying chin wag. All is well in her world, as far as health and all things of true importance are concerned. We chatted about weather, the work of Rene M. Caisse, grandchildren and poker. Not a bad mix of topics really.
Finally, I’ve taken it upon myself to use the vacuum cleaner. Benny and Bim are wonderful dogs, we love having them for a visit. It isn’t their fault, but they do shed a lot, particularly Bim. I got most of it with the vacuum this morning, but I know that it will take a few more cleaning sessions before I get all of it.
I’ve been looking at Kobo. I cannot afford, nor do I particularly want, the device; I downloaded the Kobo desktop software for the Macintosh. It works quite well, there are some free books that one can read, about 100 of them I think. However, I’ve read almost all of them, and the ones I haven’t read are not on my list of “must reads”. I am rereading The Prince, which is an interesting experience because I was in my early twenties the last time I read it. Perspective is everything! I wonder if the concept of parallax has been applied to the concept of time; what would that be called?
The filing is under control again. It was a big job, as the bills and bits of this and that have been unattended since the beginning of September, when we left for our holiday at the little house in the city.
Mist is sitting in front of the fireplace waiting for Attila to come home. We didn’t have a fire last night and the house is coolish, but not chilly. However, Mist’s standards of warmth have obviously not been met!
Worldly Distractions
Weather
5 °C
Condition: Sunny
Pressure: 103.1 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 5.0°C
Dewpoint: -4.9°C
Humidity: 49 %
Wind: NW 11 km/h
Quote
“And of my loyalty none could doubt, because having always kept faith I could not now learn how to break it; for he who has been faithful and hontest, as I have, cannot change his nature; and my poverty is a witness to my honesty””
Souce: The Prince by Nicolo Machiavelli, Translated by W. K. Marriott