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Compare and contrast.

Today was calm. The phone rang often, but not excessively. I did not eat much lunch, but I am still acceptably sane.

Yesterday was nonstop phones, people having problems, and the internet connection went down too many times to count.

I think I prefer the former.

147

Okay, I’m better.

146

Arrrgh. I’m grumpy.

145

We woke up to six-am colored grey skies even though it was eight and the sound of raindrops. That’s unusual for November.

144

Eclipses are so cool. I got five exposures so far, and I’ll go back out in a moment when it’s out of totality and see if I can get some more.

143

Jack Rowe, one of my customers, just called. He said everything was working fine.

142

I had the most horrendous day at work. I leave the office phone forwarded to my cell while I’m away, since I don’t have an answering machine yet[1]. It started ringing at 8:30. I worked until 9:50 at home, then the net connection went down. I went to a customer’s house, was there thirty minutes, then headed to work and answered phonecalls until time for choir. I ate lunch with Carrie, but answered phones the whole time.

The mail system was broken due to a whole series of snafus, but maybe, maybe, I can get real work done tomorrow so it won’t happen again.

[1] Stupid voice modem is a hybrid of standard V.253 and not-quite-standard IS-101. I hate hardware manufactuers.

141

It’s raining out — the kind of rain that happens in the Pacific Northwest. It’s cold, slow, humid air and slow moving. I lit candles instead of turning on the lights. I’m thinking of Waldron again. November always makes me do that.

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Stupid company policy. Won’t fix it until 9:30.

139

CISP and QWest weren’t allowing mail to get to my servers from my customers. I wish they would have told us that the servers are allowed by address, so when we make changes we have to tell them.

138

I’m tired. Not that that’s a bad thing — I did have to go to Ouray at eight this morning to install a server, and be at Independence at seven to get it ready, but it went smoothly so I can’t really complain.

137

I’m sitting at work. Ruth, I imagine, is out on a fire call, assuming she heard the page over the band. She and Carrie were going to the Halloween party at the Sherbino. I guess they got in, because they’ve not come and found me yet.

136

I rather like drivel, the LJ client.

135

I love the Forrest Gump soundtrack.

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It’s still blowing. Since this morning, the mountains aren’t really visible. There’s a haze of dust and smoke obscuring everything within 30 degrees of the horizon.

The moon’s a sliver, and it’s ominous out. It’s warm — we could have snow soon.