@hazardwarning The bookkeeper and receptionist insist on using trackballs at their workstations. Can't stand the things myself.
The mile long incline that our road becomes, steep enough to make you feel on the verge of falling as you walk down it, shows me how out of shape I am. The walk up nearly did me in. Yikes.
Nothing to do until sunrise but ponder the mysteries of the universe. Today's mystery is, "Why is the speed limit on our road 33 mph instead of a multiple of five like anywhere else in the country?"
@streakmachine Job is past tense. We are looking for a bunch of documents and spreadsheets it contains - assuming it boots up.
@matigo We sound like kindred spirits in a way. The only human being on Earth who's company I always welcome is Sidekick. Beyond that, nada.
Body starting to wake up again. Went to bed shortly before midnight and woke up at 4:00AM (which is normal when I am on the up end of a manic cycle. Manic depression. It's like surfing in a way)
Breakfast, which I normally never do, scarfed. Oatmeal and two slices of wheat toast.
Will go for a 30 minute fast-walk at sunrise. Clean up and head to the office. Do office stuff. Come home and walk with sidekick for an hour or so.