[m i a o w] the cat

OK, the entry below this one is just me playing around with posting to this page via email. I’ve been trying to figure out the most idiot proof way I can, and this has only taken me a short time to get working. Typical. I leave for Spain in six days, I have not opened the two travel books I have on the topic, instead I have been figuring out how I’m going to be connected to the rest of the world via a combination of my pocketmail backflip, my palm pilot, an ekno card, foldout keyboard and my brain.

Of course, with all my Palm related research of early last week I have discovered that all my palm pilot peripherals will, of course, not work with my new T3 that should be arriving tomorrow. So I will have to continue to schlep around my old palm to do my pocketmailing, which is kind of dumb. I will keep the T3 for a few months and then consider whether I’d rather sell it and nab an LCD monitor for our recording rig (which, acb, will be up and running by the end of the week).

Last night we headed to M’s mothers (I think she was still reeling from the salad meal) for a baked dinner with M’s family. I ate too much, mostly because when I encounter roast potatoes and gravy I tend to try and consume enough to last me until the next time, which could be months away. So this morning I got up at 6am (as I’m going to have to do every day this week, because the train I need to get to Brisbane on Sunday is full, and they have instructed me to ring at 6am every morning on the off chance that someone has cancelled their ticket overnight *sigh*) and walked all the way around the block. This isn’t as lame as it sounds - as anyone who has visited will know. M reckons it at about a kilometre and a half. Some of which was uphill. So now I am feeling very smug. And I still have half a chocolate wombat (made by the people who created the equally excellent chocolate bilby sitting on my newly clean and tidy desk. Now I just have to mow the lawn, plant some seedlings and make a To Do list and I will have my full quota of smug for the day.