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  • Boss of me

    Who is it, really? I like to think it’s the most reasonable, experienced, thoughtful persona in my collection of selves. But if that were true, why did I eat the ice cream, and the chips, and drink the two glasses of wine when I weigh 160 pounds and stand 5’2″ and know that I need to shed 25 pounds in order to be healthy?

    The five-year-old, the all-mouth, demanding instant gratification is quite frequently the boss of me.

    This year, I’m thinking, I’ll work on that. Find a way to dial in the self who’s got the bigger picture in mind.

  • Beginning of the end of a very bad buy

    The clown loaches in the 6-gallon tank in my kitchen have no idea what’s coming. When I got them more than a year ago for my then-new Fluval Edge fish tank I did not know several things. I did not know that I would hate the fish tank for its ridiculous design. And I did not know that clown loaches live decades and grow to be as much as 11 inches long, which is actually longer than the tank’s short side.  New digs are in the works.

    Fluval Edge, in a few short weeks, you will no longer torment me with your impossible to clean idiosyncracies.

    Hang in there Spot and Thug. There will soon be much more space for you to torment each other. And if, in fact, you do grow to 11 inches, no problem.

  • Right tool, part two

    The Logitech illuminated keyboard. Perfect for those of us who stagger from the bedroom to the coffee pot and then to the office for a bout of early morning writing before we go to our day jobs (where if we are lucky or perhaps cursed, we also write). The keyboard’s backlit, so you can see the letters in the dark. That means you don’t need a boatload of light in the room, which matters more than I can say. Small desk lamp, lit keyboard. It’s perfect. The keyboard is also thin, and I’m getting used to that. But the key action, sweet mother, it’s fine. I’m old enough to have started my typing life on the ancient IBM Selectric, and my fingers have rarely met a computer keyboard that did not offend them in some way. But this little hummer, it’s like tooling around for most of your life in a Honda Civic and then somebody gives you the keys to the Lamborghini. Fingers flyin’.  Christmas gift from my beloved who knows technology. Probably not cheap.