Home alone

A truly blessed evening in progress, namely one in which the partner is elsewhere. I'm talking about for the love of breathers, here. Of breaks. Of vital solitude.

Meanwhile, the world looks like the usual madness. If I can believe anything I read/hear anymore. And if I can't, well, that's just plain madness anyway. So regardless.

I experienced the best customer service of my life a couple hours ago. I mean, granted, I'm not happy I needed it to begin with (product failure). But at least I wasn't kicked while down.

So nice to read here is distant again.

I reworked the command line utility I use to create write.as posts to be consistent with the way I create/save outbound email. Joy.