Last Thursday, after dealing with my blog and emails, I turned the computer off and went ... I am retired! ... for a walk along the river, stopping when I felt like it, to read a few hundred lines of Ovid's Metamorphoses (I hope readers are aware that, according to S Jerome, Publius Ovidius Naso died in the year 17 A.D.).
When I got back home, I turned the computer on ... but the screen was dead. I think the various pieces of jiggery pokery I attempted in order to get it going again made things worse ...
... at least, that is what a friend who was able to drop in this afternoon (Sunday) thought. He kindly gave me a new screen and, after much labour, was able to get the whole caboodle working again.
But it is even more hideously slow than it was before.
Happily, I had prescheduled some pieces to pop up automatically, which they obediently did. But I apologise to readers and friends for the results of its erratic and tardy operation. If things have been lost, either emails or comments, I am sorry. Please don't take it personally.
I am surprised, Father, at your use of the word "pre-scheduled". Is that, as they now say, "a thing?". Like "pre-order"?
ReplyDeleteFather, love your blog; check it every day; consider it indispensable. Imagine my surprise when I noticed that you place A.D. after the year. In the year of the Lord seventeen = A.D. 17. Or is it a British thing to do it the other way 'round?
ReplyDeleteI was in Ovid's hometown of Sulmona, Abruzzo, in 2015, and they already had banners around town announcing the big 2,000th birthday celebration in 2017. It should be something after such a long wait.
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