Confusion, aggravation, and validation.

So, definitely a little of this and a little of that. Sleep was good as I didn't wake up until around 8:38. That was such a relief. While I was waiting for my meals to be delivered, I asked S. to put fresh batteries in my lit magnifier and, if necessary, to jiggle the connections. Well, I don't know what she did, but IT WORKS!!! I just have to find a heavy rubber band to secure the battery housing. Also perhaps dropping it less might help? It was good to have positive things in the morning because my computer wasn't getting the juice it needed. Oh, sure, I booked rides for next week and also replied to a couple of emails. And, then, the wi-fi zone of silence. Luckily, I restarted it late in the afternoon and - after a freak-out because I couldn't find the Z to click because, when I did, a glaring page opened up - I finally managed to get the colours inverted and the big arrow enabled. You know, this IS ridiculous. Sigh.

Good thing I managed to distract and entertain myself with lots of TV, starting with Bull (where Jason got DNA thrown out because the suspect was an identical twin), an implausible Murdoch Mysteries, and Frankie Drake Mysteries that involved Coco Chanel visiting TO. From tonight's lineup, N.C.I.S. was really sad, dealing with the Vietnam War, descriptions of "fragging" (a term previously unfamiliar to me), overt racism of the day and a case of convenient white privilege.

As for the confusion, I still don't know who our newly-elected councillor is for the ward. S. gave a harrowing recount of what she survived while working 12 hours yesterday in a public housing apartment. Enough to squick me out.

And the validation? Well, the pastor who's taking a year sabbatical to assess where her passion is (art or church) wrote a lovely compliment after reading my review for October 14 that gave me such a peaceful feeling. [And, yeah, I'd better write last Sunday's tomorrow.]