The meeting in London was fine, but at the time when the floor was given to open questions and no one raised a hand, our hearts rose, briefly, until someone did. And it turned out to be a point about digital presentation of lectures. I’m sure that nearly everyone’s heart sank. This has dominated (hee hee, I wrote donimated first time) questions for several years. It’s here, people. In a couple of years, hardly anyone will use slides and a projector. Most of us are there already. Believe it and deal with it and stop bitching.
Pah. Sorry. I’ve been too long without food and a hastily swallowed few bites, accompanied by a badly needed couple of glasses of wine, in the last few minutes, hasn’t yet improved my state of mind.
When I got home, I found emails asking for more meetings and asking me to babysit. I replied, accepting, then went off for this evening’s meeting, which raised more questions than answers. I got home, complained to the Sage about things that hadn’t happened while I was away last week (he’s all gingered up and ready to please, darling boy that he is, gosh, I think he might need a Toothy Smile of Consolation before long).
Next week has filled up. I’m keeping mornings free, because I’m otherwise engaged, apart from Friday. Yes, the time has done come. Dave and I are going to mend fences. No, what am I talking about? That’s nonsense. I mean, Dave and I (and the Sage) are going to build a wall. Give us a day or two, and then you can come and help if you like. No, really, it would be a pleasure. We’d love to see you. We’re awfully sociable and friendly, and I’ll do lunch and all (sandwiches, I daresay, but who doesn’t like a sandwich?) but Dave will be in charge and I’ll be glowering in the background, and, frivolous though we normally are, we’re also terribly focused.
The Sage didn’t quite believe it. He hasn’t ordered the sand and cement yet, though I gave him plenty of notice. He’s doing it tomorrow. First thing.
I need more food.