Lagged.

That’s me. I’m lagging behind the eight-ball, next to the A-Train, aside the river, and askew the fence. Knock, knock, anyone home. Certainly not at work.

My lot became the test lot for all the other outer lots yesterday when the new computer system was run up the flag pole. I was the test subject. It was as if I were naked at the front door with only a computer monitor to cover all my character faults.

Change. Small fools like me never do well with change.

“If I can teach you, mother, I can teach anyone,” my daughter began the day.

“No, no….boot up the computer even before feeding the cat,” was the next remark.

And to top it all off, I think my stomach is in revolt. Personally, I think it has given up the ghost on chocolate, and I haven’t dared tell it that tonight is a “desert” party, and the next two nights are dinners. Perhaps I just need to gently move what ever is on my plate about a bit. Sort of stirring up a mess. Maybe no one will notice that I don’t eat.

And once Lenora left yesterday, I had a chance to check the desktop. Yes, the link to solitaire is gone. I haven’t had a chance to see if OD is gone too. I hope not.

Hopefully three quarters of a day of training plus notes will carry me through. I had only one release to do yesterday. Yes, the day was beyond slow….so that wasn’t much of a test for the new programs.

John Dewitt Clark died this last week. He was a sculptor of note, an artists’s artist, and a major influence on my artistic life. His memorial service is today at Southwestern College in Chula Vista California. He will be more than missed.