I almost bought a new laptop yesterday. Nevermind that it wouldn't have been a very fiscally sound move. After adding in an exta battery, some software, a 2 year warranty etc... the price climbed. I think the deciding factor, other than it was getting late, was that the wireless card would not have been built in and the machine would not have been much smaller than the monster I have now. So I'm still stuck with this Windows 98 SE with a dead battery and a screen that is held up with cardboard and duct tape. It is really pretty.

I haven't forgotten about the disaster-related excerpt I found. I want to get it in here. It really is insightful. We have a poor understanding of what we call the universe and how it works. We make our own reality, and that includes the weather. We die on our own schedule even though that may not be consciously evident. And we don't really die. Ultimately, nothing is really destroyed.

I'm getting use of the bicycle purchase though and I'm getting my bike legs back. I nearly lived on my bike while I was in Florida. It gives my knee a break. A break for me would be some sort of direction for myself. My tea-leaves reading friend, Lilia, says she sees no romance for me, still. So, no romance and no solid direction. This is getting old. Perhaps once I start writing, then the computer will materialize and I'll have something to do. Have a nice week.