Life Among the Semi-Connected

We are getting a new computer. The monitor on the old computer, the orignal computer in this family, breathed its last a few days ago. How old was it? I got as much RAM as I could when I bought it; as much as they'd sell me: 32megs. That's how old. So it really wasn't worth while getting a new monitor for it. This machine, then, will go in the library, the new one will replace this one in the office, and the Ur computer will go to the recycler after I deal with the memory. So at the moment the good monitor is moving back and forth between machines. And whole geological strata of books, magazines, articles, essays, old mail, cds, dvds, old computer stuff, and assorted other bumpf are being shifted from the desk (and the floor and the comfy chair next to the desk and the ottoman in front of the comfy chair) to various file drawers, book cases and rubbish bins in order to make room for the new machinery.

I will soon have lebenty-leben megs of thingummy, a bazillion gigahertz of whatchacallit and a hard drive suitable for containing the sum total of human wisdom. Soon. Eventually. In the fullness of time. In the meantime, things are in something of a kerfuffle. Blogging will resume shortly. If I owe you a response, it will happen. Patience, as Holy Mother Teresa reminds us, gains all things.