I’ve been busy with work lately and haven’t had a chance to do any diary comics, but last night I managed to catch up a bit.
The surgery went well, though not being able to see properly or drive cramped Mom’s social life for a bit.
As for the crazy dental bill, I’m just trying to be responsible: teeth-grinding, tinnitus (and damaged hearing), bone loss and gum recession, apnea — when all this stuff is diagnosed and the dangers described, it seems like it would be crazy not to do something about it.
Of course, that’s the racket, but the alternative is worse than a big bill. And now that I own a home, big bills are a regular part of life: There’s always something we should be fixing, insuring, or upgrading in order to be responsible and keep on top of things.
1) Good thing we would never risk letting another potentially world-destroying disaster happen just for financial or bureaucratic reasons, now that we’ve learned our lesson.
2) Windsor keeps coming up — in conversation, in an article about Steven Colbert growing up there (which I didn’t know), and in my memories. I feel now like it was a fine setting for my childhood, and understand why my parents chose our subdivision as a place to make our home.
I’d always wondered if I might have been “discovered” and had an easier time of capitalizing on my talents if I hadn’t lived in such out-of-the-way places. But that’s not a useful thought.
The e-mail alerts are achieving something I’ve wanted for a while but couldn’t figure out how to do: Finding out when my boss or his assistant are trying to contact me — like when we arrange to have a “sometime today” meeting.
On those days, I often end up sitting in front of the computer with nothing to do, get nothing meaningful done, and my brain feels scrambled at the end of it.
I sat down the other day, determined to figure out a solution — one that wouldn’t involve having a smartphone on me, which I do not want.
Then I discovered that my mobile phone company has an “SMS gateway” — meaning that you can send e-mails to “your phone number at service provider dot com” and they get sent to your phone as a text message.
So all I had to do was create a rule in Mail.app saying, “If I get a message from one of my VIPs, forward it to this gateway address”.
Now I can turn off the computer, confident that this setup will let me know when I need to respond. It’s a small thing, but it’ll make a big difference in my life as a remote worker.