I packed up the house and shut the furnace down completely before I came home last night. There wasn't that much oil in the tank, thanks to the furnace running wide open for the better part of two weeks. I doubt the weather will be cold enough to freeze anything, so I left the furnace off. One year I remember we had a blizzard in May, but it was over with pretty quickly and that sort of thing doesn't happen often.
I got back and called Evan, told him about the house, and about Fargo and the grass. He says that cats often do that, eat wild grass or something and then throw it right back up. It's supposed to straighten their digestion out or something. He sometimes grows his cat a pan full of grass seed, which the cat then mows down little by little. I've seen those "cat grass" kits and never really figured they did any good.
Today at work I started working on rewriting the manual for this device we make that monitors lab equipment and feeds the results into a PC. It was a product we bought from another company that has since gone out of business, so I guess we bought the only thing they had that was worth anything. The manual is terrible. If any of you bought this thing and hated the manual, believe me, I understand. Parts of the manual sound like they were written by space aliens and translated by monks in Tibet: "accomplish the insertion of the static probe without permitting the contact of the ground ring to any portion of the chassis frame."
Why not just say, "don't let this touch that?" People make language harder than it is.
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