I seem to be back in business this morning after a late-afternoon visit yesterday from the Windstream technician. He did some reprogramming in that mysterious building north of the square where the ghosts of Ernestines past whisper among phantom switchboards, then came to the house and fiddled with a couple of landline jacks --- and here were are.
The Internet had been down since Saturday and there were withdrawal symptoms, primarily early morning ones. The annoying thing about the latest version of "Office" is that the suite's available only when the Internet is. It was a harsh reality to rise before dawn and be unable to access either "Word" or Blogger.
Netflix on a smartphone proved possible, but not rewarding. The latest DVD version of a film I could find around the house was 2017's "God's Own Country," so watched that again and was reminded of how powerful and beautifully done it is --- the best of queer cinema that year I still think.
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The caucus/primary process continues to work as intended even though the results can be disappointing to some, including me. My hero, Pete Buttigieg, has departed; now it looks as if Warren's departure is inevitable. Mike Bloomberg won American Samoa, about what he deserved.
In my book, Warren and Buttigieg were the best and the brightest, but had fatal flaws in the current political climate --- Warren, widely known and highly accomplished, but a woman; Buttigieg, less well known, brilliant and charismatic, but gay.
Sorry, Bernie --- but I'm not in the market for a messiah. Sorry, Joe --- I'm not looking for a grandpa. But perhaps Biden and Sanders can work something out --- then share a suite in some sort of presidential assisted living facility.
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