I’m on my bed of ease, writing with the ‘droid. The tablet reminds me that there was a time when computers were not supposed to be tools for writing.
Which is to say that my hip replacement surgery recovery has progressed to the cranky stage. This afternoon i may have to belly up to the laptop!
The surgery went well — or at least the results are more than satisfactory. My longsranding vestibular problem kicked in, which is why I’m still debating whether to jump over a smart car rather than leaping tall buildings.
I am learning the ‘droid, though, and this includes using a mobile sketchpad –it’s clumsiness excuses the crudeness of the results, results which I may or may not be able or inclined to show you.
So there’s about all the news. I had to tell Sam why someone might code her current situation as eating bon-bons and reading trash novels. “Trash novels” he understood, but “bon-bons” eluded him. Ah, the lacunae of the younger generation.