basted

I am not enjoying this Indian Summer of ours. I don’t like temperatures of 82F in the summer proper and I don’t see why I should have to put up with them in the autumn. More to the point, I don’t see why I should have to daub myself with Tiger Balm to stop the itching from increased mosquito bites.

And it’s set to go on through the weekend. Bah.

At the end of September I should be able to sleep under the duvet, enjoying being snug and cosy. I should not still be draped inelegantly on top of the bed clothes wishing there was a way of basting myself with cool water so I can sleep properly.

I suppose we will move from Mediterranean heat to borean permafrost with no transition and the world will grind to a frozen halt.

Whatever happened to the temperate zones?

Slooooooooow

I am caught in the time warp that is created by under resourced IT.

Outlook was first to go; all day it’s had to think to itself before opening mail, this afternoon it simply produced the egg timer of eternity. It slowly took IE8 with it and then Word. So I rebooted the computer, I mean what else could I do? By reboot I mean that I tried to turn it off the proper way, but that took so long I soft crashed it.

Of course on reboot, Outlook complained that it hadn’t been closed down properly and sulked. It insisted upon checking the mailbox for errors. For twenty minutes before dishing out more egg timer. I crashed the application and tried to reopen it. That brought it up in safe mode. The only difference between that and the usual mode was the lack of preview pane. Everything else was there, including the bloody egg timer. I think it’s working again now, sort of, but that’s a half hour gone west.

I rather suspect that a bit more memory would sort it all out at least enough to stop the machine grinding to a halt three or four times a day.