My scanner arrived this afternoon in the UPS shipment. I spent the rest of the afternoon setting it up, which was pretty easy. I didn't make particularly great progress with the text-scanning software that we bought with it, though. OmniPage isn't the easiest thing to get set up, but people seem to think highly of it.
When I got home, there was a message on the phone from Michael, the guy who asked Marcy for my number after the Christmas party. Terse, nothing to write home about. He just said that he'd gotten my number from Marcy (what a surprise) and left his number. He said he wouldn't be home tonight, of course. So the suspense goes on. I can't say I recognized his voice from the machine.
Fargo is sick again. Sniffling, and sneezing again. Kittens, even kittens his size, are hilarious when they sneeze. There's this element of worry, like maybe he thinks he might explode or something. It's bad enough that he runs to the other end of the apartment when I sneeze. He does the same thing when he sneezes!
I read back through some entries and realized that no, I didn't go to Minneapolis this past weekend to look through things, as I had mused earlier. I doubt I'll get a chance to until the day after Christmas.
I'm going nowhere for Christmas. I don't think I'll be getting a tree. I have a large plant, and I may just hang lights on it and call it a holiday.
Fargo is getting a really good kitten toy, but don't tell him!