Week 68

The screen of my still new computer broke. There are all lines along the bottom and left sides, and possibly a tiny crack in the corner, and the rest of the screen goes all blank every so often. I don’t have a handy external display to plug into, because minimalism, but I just about managed to do a backup and delete anything embarrassing during a not-completely-blank phase.

Because of the rona, Genius Bar appointments are in short supply. At first, it looked like I was going to have to go all the way to Ipswich or somewhere, and the thought of having a reason to travel was a bit exciting, but I only needed to reload the web page twice to find a slot somewhere nearer (albeit in a whole week’s time).

Meanwhile, there’s the old computer, which has never had such a problem. I finally sent off for some pentalobe screwdrivers, to replace the OWC Aura Pro X with the original SSD, and now it runs much better and cooler. Unscrewing the case, I found exactly as much hair, dust and DNA as I’d expected.

I haven’t been to the barber’s shop. In fact, a few weeks ago, I bought a surprisingly cheap and in-stock hair cutting device. (I’ve always mentioned my previous self-hair-cutting efforts here, so how odd that this latest development wasn’t deemed interesting enough in the week that it happened.) The best thing is the cable doubles as a charging cable for a Philips electric face shaving machine, and I needed one of those because my old cable had broken, and while “acoustic” face shaving is satisfying it almost always results in bloodshed.

I haven’t been to the pub. I walked past plenty of people responsibly enjoying picnic benches (only one rowdy bunch of lads), so I don’t think they’re desperate for my custom.

Some work. Speaking of which, what interesting bedtime reading it was to read a House of Lords debate about something I know about.

Bought some chilli flakes, and they’re ruddy bloody good. They’ve leapt straight into my top three condiments.

It’s been windy, and my arms are all crispy like the skin of chicken who’s been in a fan oven, and my outdoor plants have grown stronger as a result of the turbulence.