I’m writing this sitting in front of my computer waiting to see if my connection to Compuserve gets through. So far, all I’ve gotten is busy signals. Maybe it’s just a waste of time. It’s just that I miss the old forum and I really want to know what’s going on these days.

The modem has developed the weird habit of spitting out the phone cord after it’s dialed a few times.

The second half of Locus didn’t get out today,  but tomorrow for sure. Shelly will drive the issue to the printers in Sacramento in the afternoon and check the first section.

Work was frantic. Shelly was still worn out. Trevin was on edge, and Charles was obnoxious. I felt grateful that these days I spend most of my time in the back with Faren. Shelly has my old table, but no view anymore. She tells me Charlie won’t let her open the curtains.