Quiet

Today is the day I go to get manhandled again, which event, should all go well, will return my neck to good order and allow me to sit in one spot for longer periods, thus allowing me to do a bit of catching up. I did get some spam deleted tonight, and was rather surprised that the amount finding its way to my Lycos inbox (my main spam trap) has declined remarkably. I'd say there was less than a third as much as I expected to find. Does a spam shortage loom? What will I ever do without my full supply of subject lines such as "Satellite 1 Bodice Rippers" and "light bulb 8 looking glasses," and the piece I received from one Forrest Cobb, headed "I am a tree, you are my leaves?"

Last night was fanned by cool breezes and decorated with the dense stars of the milky way, making it more pleasant than recent nights. I suppose Sluggo might have enjoyed the change, as well, but my inability to sit in the same spot for more than a few minutes made it unnecessary to test his mood. Instead, he got lots of nap time. I do hope he shows his gratitude by behaving himself for a while.

I will now flatten myself for a few hours, in preparation for the trauma to take place at four o'clock this afternoon. The ice is ready.

Slow Day

I see that LJ is still enduring massive suckage. My friends page has fewer than a third the number of posts I'd expect on a Friday afternoon. It takes a lot of discouragement for that to happen.

The gmail thing is having quite an influence. When I visited my Excite! inbox last night, there was an announcement posted on my log-in page that said my free account would soon be upgraded from 3MB of storage to 125MB, and the maximum size of an individual e-mail I could send would be increased to 10MB. I urgently desire not to receive any 10MB e-mails, since they would take me more than an hour to download on my dial up connection. I certainly won't be sending any! I really don't see the big deal about the massive increases in storage, anyway. I can easily store any e-mail I want to keep on my hard drive, and get to it without going through that skinny little pipeline of an Internet connection.

Less than an hour until my appointment. Must get ready.