Never mind what T.S. Eliot said about April, it has to be better than March.

This has been a strange week for me, less work/pressure in one way but with a little angst at that. My computers all have their glitches caused by me, I’m sure, so I have no one to blame. Next week I start gathering my papers for my income tax return. My older son is going to file it for me , but the gathering is hard. I’m good at words, I’m bad at numbers.

How I would love to write an academic, detached blog! I have file folders full of ideas but I have not looked at them in a while. Next week, or the next, I will go after them with ruthless determination to send them off to limbo or to my university, whichever comes first. It may be the end of my blogs.

Imagine being blogless!

Wherever there is. I think I just passed it.

Wrapping up a few things. Every day gets me a little closer.

Till soon…..

…i just made bread pudding. Wish you were here….

I have nothing earth--shaking to do but, as always, I meet a glitch:

glitch. noun, a sudden, usually temporary malfunction or irregularity of equipment: “a draft version was lost in a computer glitch”. verb (US). suffer a sudden malfunction or irregularity: “"her job involves troubleshooting when systems glitch".

I have never used it as a verb, but the noun is useful to describe my affairs-and rapport-—NOT existent —with my computer. I used to look quite young, even when I was older. No more. My face bears the record of my confrontations with glitches, AND with my sciatica pain (over the last two years). I t helps to complain a little,—or a lot— as you will have noticed.

Anyway, my glitch today has stopped me from going ahead until I solve it. So I made bread pudding, a comforting solution, though it doesn’t solve my computer problems.

I was born too soon and I have lived too long.