Update: Here’s what’s going on. Windows 10 itself crapped the bed, so my IT guy had to recover all my stuff – excuse the technical jargon – and put it on a new PC. So, dead in the water until now, Sunday pm. My many hundreds of “favorites” are gone so I gotta rebuild it, and there are almost 300 emails piled up unanswered … jeez, how I love the 21st century. Bottom line, I’ll have a new Woodpile Report out in a few days.
There’s an automatic archive thingy attached to the new PC, every day it makes a “mirror”, so I’m told. One terrabyte (sp?). I remember when I first heard of a one gigabyte hard drive. Seemed dubious to me. What would such a beast look like, an old 78 rpm record? Would it spin so fast the proximate time/space continuum would be distorted? Would it take days or weeks to defrag the thing? And so forth. Y’gotta remember, I’m from the old 8-bit paper punch days, and one of the holes was a parity check.
As for my recovery, I’m ahead of expectations. I felt so good the other day I went woods cruising for an hour and a half. Bad mistake. Next day I paid dearly … dearly, gasping for forgiveness, making promises I know I’ll not keep, and yes the missus told me so. And wouldn’t you know, today is a perfect day for woods cruising: cold, overcast, drizzly rain. And here I am pecking away. Jes’ ain’t no justice in the world.
Anyway, thanks for hanging in there. WPR will be back better ‘n ever in a few days.