distracted

Yesterday turned out to be about fighting ants instead of albatrice. Not my choice.

I was just settling in to make this post (or rather what would have been yesterday's version of this post) when I realized that those little black moving dots were not evidence that my retinas were detaching, but evidence of tiny black ants crawling across desk and computer.

heres_luck helped me move my desk out of the corner, and I swept and vacuumed and applied caulk to the stretch along the baseboard that looked like the most likely means of ingress.

This is not what debugging is supposed to mean.

Then h.l. helped me put the desk back, and I reconnected the computer to its umpteen gazillion peripherals ... and then there were errands that had to be run (there comes a point where one cannot argue with the need to get one's prescriptions refilled). And by the time I got back, it was late afternoon and I was frazzled.

I did read and incorporate (or assimilate, if you too were sufficiently warped by television in the 90s that the Borg are a default setting in your metaphorical lexicon) one of the journal articles I got at the library on Tuesday, and discovered that in my usual ineffable fashion I had contrived to get the wrong volume of another journal (which means another trip back to the library *grumble*whine*bitch*moan*). So what my to do list now looks like (if you're interested) is

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ALBATROSS!