They’ll be coming to the rescue today. Although this computer (lake house office) obviously goes online, it won’t access my Word program for some reason. (Which means I’ve written the first two chapters of “The Rustler” on my laptop, at the dining table.) Isn’t it nice that there are people like the Geek Squad, ready to swoop in and help at a moment’s–okay, a day’s–notice? There’s a man coming to “shock” the swimming pool, too. (It’s a chemical process, of course, but I can’t help imagining him standing there, saying inflamatory things…)
My, I’m in a silly mood today. Must be all that rest I’m getting.