Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Henry David Thoreau, born in 1817. Everybody knows who he was, a general-purpose philosopher and major contributor to environmental awareness. He made his living as a land surveyor, but nobody remembers him for that.
Yesterday's eye doc apptment went just fine. I can still see okay.
One of my petty annoyances (for at least 15 years) is that I seem to keep catching itty-bitty snickets of lint in my left eye. The doctor found the reason for that. They're not snickets of lint. They're artifacts of a slight defect on my eyeball. Theoretically correctable by surgery, but not worth it as long as the annoyance is minor.
So now that I know what the problem is, I can learn to ignore it. Just use the duly prescribed eye drops.
And then I made the observation that to get Morris the Manual Mower and Sir Isaac the Neuton to mow the same height, I've gotta set Sir Isaac almost a whole inch higher. I knew that a rotary blade has gotta be set up a bit higher because of the upward suction effect, but I hadn't realized the difference was almost a whole inch.
Anyhow, it looks like nothing's gonna happen today.
Signs of life