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marcellinafuriosaYou know one of the things I really, really like about books? All of an institution's available public *books* don't mysteriously stop working for two hours. On the weekend, when the IT helpdesk is closed and you have to call the emergency number. Upon which you learn that this has happened across your institution.
Oh, drat, I should have put something in the Twitter or Facebook feed! Both after I'd learned they'd stopped and at three when they started up again.
Apart from that, we did OK. Even though the train was *ten* minutes late. I was able to get to work in time to do a speedy opening, thanks to the energy burst from a wondrous sandwich of last night's chick peas and tuna, which I ate while waiting for the bloody late train.
The farm across the road from where I catch the train was having a sheep-shearing fest today. I wish I could have gone. Isn't it a little early and a little cold to be sending the poor sheep out with nothing on?
Oh, drat, I should have put something in the Twitter or Facebook feed! Both after I'd learned they'd stopped and at three when they started up again.
Apart from that, we did OK. Even though the train was *ten* minutes late. I was able to get to work in time to do a speedy opening, thanks to the energy burst from a wondrous sandwich of last night's chick peas and tuna, which I ate while waiting for the bloody late train.
The farm across the road from where I catch the train was having a sheep-shearing fest today. I wish I could have gone. Isn't it a little early and a little cold to be sending the poor sheep out with nothing on?
