Beginning to see a misty picture of reality.
One went this evening, when still sober, to Staples. 'twas a culture shock. Not that there wasn't stuff to see, but that there was too much of it. Just couldn't believe it. Like shopping for gluten free biscuits, not the dearth, but the plenitude.
No, I don't want it to send faxes and then orbit Mars. I don't want it to make toast. (Apologies to Jasper Carrot.) I just want it to mermmmkin'
PRINT. One left the store, then found reversing to the correct angle too demanding. Like my 89 year-old neighbor with one eye, driving and decision-making has to be done in small doses, and not at the same time.
Tomorrow's another day, as I said on my car diagnostics thread.
