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flemmings ([personal profile] flemmings) wrote2022-02-15 11:14 am
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The Joys of Technology

Came back from acupuncture to messages on the voice mail. Somebody's garbled thank you for supporting blah blah blah. Probably a food bank but since I can't hear who, I delete. Next: 'This is a message from UHN (my hospital) Your appointment tomorrow has been changed to 10 o'clock.' Er well, I have two phone appointments tomorrow, one at 8:45, one at 5. I hope it's the 8:45 one but just in case I keep the phone by the bed. Which rings at 8:50. The surgeon checking in, who seems happy with my condition (I'm not) and will call me again in a year. Oh joy.

So it's the 5 pm one changed to 10. I do minimal exercise and go to have breakfast at the computer. 10 o'clock comes. 10:15. 10:20. Call up voice mail. 'The following message will be deleted from your mailbox. Your message from (pause) UHN dated (pause) January 5 at (pause) 9:15 a.m. "This is a message from UHN..." You could have told me the date yesterday, guys, and I could have gone back to sleep for an hour.

In the past few days I've come across people reviewing The Man Who Died Twice. Didn't read because I haven't read it, but my hold came in on Sunday. Went to look for the reviews in the FL and FFL where I'd seen them. Not a sausage.  There are only three people whose FL/ circle I cruise, but I've gone back two weeks on all of the them and no sign of any review. Vexing, because after a chapter or two I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep reading-- spies being not my thing-- so eventually I sent it back to the '5 people waiting' and returned to my line of least resistance Nero Wolfes. 

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