This and That
I surrendered yesterday. Went back to Word. I tried to be 21st century with a cloud-based solution, but it felt kludgy and inelegant. Also, I officially started work on my next book, and most of the essays I’ll use were in Word. So, I bit the bullet and bought a personal license, and I officially miss the days when you bought the software outright, and it was yours to use. I understand the license paradigm, but that doesn’t make it easier to tolerate.
Meanwhile, on the home front the temperature has dropped. It’s a chill 48 this morning and I can see my breath when I step outside. It’s about time we got some cold weather. More is apparently coming, just in time for Thanksgiving. I appreciate the seasonal drift when temperatures match the holiday. And I just noticed that Word wants to complete my thoughts, which is thoughtful, but my brain still works well enough to come up with my own words, thanks. I can turn it off, of course, but it’s not that big of a deal.
And now that we’re at the end, today’s words feel less than poetic, which I suppose is fine. I can’t expect to wax that way every day. After all, this is a diary more or less, a little insight into what I see and think and it feels natural to expect that some days will just lie there in their ordinariness, and I will be ordinary, unable to lift up anyone, including myself, with some majestic, soaring dénouement that puts a spring in our step, a twinkle in our eye, and a feeling that everything just might work out for the best.