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My power just went out. I'm supposed to be hosting a Romance Exchange in four hours.

I discovered the hard way (by being without access) that Dropbox doesn't actually copy files to the iPad -- it just makes them accessible via wifi or whatever.

Wifi access aboard ship is way too pricy ($.55/minute at the cheapest), so when we hit Juneau tomorrow and I visit a Starbucks or whatever, does anyone know how I offload the files onto iPad hard storage? If it matters, they're mostly Word files, plus one PDF.

Thanks for any help!

(still an iPad newbie)

So I'm sitting here drinking a sidecar (thanks to Mary Robinette Kowal), and the Mets are playing the Brewers on TV. Except that the uniforms say "New York Cubans" and "Bears." Anyone know what gives?

I just don't know what.

My doorknob has failed and I'm stuck in my bedroom. Pat is going over to Blaisdell Poly to get my house key from Lydy to attack the problem from the other side of the door. In the meantime, the cat (the proximate cause of all this) are going nuts, and I'd really like to have a chance to pee.

Luckily, as Pat pointed out, I have plenty to read.

The power is out. I work at home. There's remarkably little useful stuff I can do without a working computer.

And I must have something set up incorrectly with the UPS, because it beeped when the power went out, but the computer died immediately.

There are four kittens, plus Qwerty the mama cat, currently residing in my bathroom. It's remarkable that I get anything done other than kitten-watching.

And it sure looks fine. arkuat can move in anytime now. (The photo is of the craft room; the bedroom isn't visible, but it looks fine, too.)

I cleared the waitlist (as did everyone else on it, I think), and am aboard the plane at 7:02 pm. With luck, I'll walk in the door around 9:00. Don't know if I'll have the energy to watch the Vikings-Bears game after that.

So to speak. I hope.

Tomorrow afternoon I see the retinologist, and if he's still happy with rhe results, I get to hold my head up again. My neck and back are sore from the unnatural position, despite the Valium prescription. As I told Lydy, Valium isn't anywhere near as much fun as a drug with so much abuse reputation asit has should be. She suggested that alcohol needs to be involved (carefully) for maximal recreational effects. I think I'll pass.

In any case, if I get the all-clear tomorrow, I get to go home Thursday, and Friday will either be spent recuperating or easing back into work, depending on how I feel.

I still don't have any useful sight in my left eye, but I only have to wear the eye shield at night; the patch is optional during the day depending on how tired my eye gets.

Looking forward to my cat, my books, my waterbed, and a massage. Necks just aren't _meant_ for this sort of positioning.

More tomorrow, I hope.

That's the good news. The bad news is that the eye surgeon doesn't want me reading books.

My eye feels like someone poked it with a sharp stick, but the drugs take the edge off.