Here I am, under the gun again. It’s almost midnight and I just got back from networking some computers at the new Tranquil Space studio. I was insanely busy at work today, so no chance to write a blog entry then. I planned to see Russian Ark tonight at the little theater south of Dupont Circle, before starting the networking stuff at 9 p.m., but I didn’t have time . . .

I ran a networking cable up the side of a door frame and stapled it into place — the first time I’d ever actually pinned an ethernet cord down in one spot. It ran above the ceiling tile just above the door, into the next room. I told Kimberly that if she wanted the ceiling tile to fit snugly, she’d have to dig a groove in it. That phrase has been going through my head ever since. Dig a groove. Dig a groove. Dig a groove. I think I will.

In the meantime, personal correspondence is the object of my neverending procrastination. If you’ve written to me recently and I haven’t written back, don’t despair. All is not yet lost.