Riany Days and Mondays
[Yeah, I know the title is misspelled. Google returned 32,500 hits for "Rainy Days and Mondays." I get nervous in crowds of that size.]
It's been raining for three days and I'm coming down with a bad case of SAD, the most appropriately acronymed illness in the book. I may be sporadically posting to a Houston-based blog, but that doesn't mean I want their weather. The weather guys say this stuff is going to hang around for at least two more days.
You don't want to know what Abbye thinks about this weather.
The painter showed up this morning, kicking off what is likely to be a month-long (if we're lucky) project to recoat every surface inside our house, and a bunch of them on the outside. This could turn out to be The Remodeling Project from Heck (I don't think it will get quite bad enough to be classified as hellish, although one can't be positive). Remember Elvin on "The Murphy Brown Show"? He's dead, you know.
Sundays always seem to be slow newsdays around here. I don't know how else to explain why the local newspaper felt a need to make last night's American Music Awards the main front page story in this morning's issue. I didn't even know that the awards were being presented, otherwise I would have missed them with greater enthusiasm.
I just finished formatting an annual report for a client's website. The original was in PDF format. I managed to deal with most of the text without too much problem, but couldn't get the financial data tables converted. I emailed to see if those tables were available in Excel, which I could then import into my page layout program. They didn't have them in Excel, but they were available in Word. Cool; I can work with that. Except when I opened the Word doc, I found that the tables weren't tables at all, but just text and numbers laid out with tabs, spaces, paragraph breaks, etc. <sigh>
I had something important I wanted to write about. As far as I can tell, this wasn't it.
