No Computer.

Machine still in California, and it will be for the next few days. Spotty borrowed-machine forecast continues.

KFW tonight at dinner, after I'd lamented the solid cold: it's weather, isn't it?

The father, along for the ride, of the gentleman who delivered my half-cord of oak this morning: I'm in it for the McDonald's breakfast. What you gotta do is order a Sausage McMuffin and get 'em to put a tomato on it. You bring your own hot sauce.

OK, World Wide Web. Back to life mainly, and semi-pleasantly quietly, without you.