Mixed bag
I'll hit the good points first:
I've gotten a lot accomplished in the last couple days... it's kinda a shame that most of the drive for this was to hide from a note of growing sorrow. As time has passed, a bright hope seems to be fading, with opportunities faltering or vanishing altogether. points where a renewal could occur are also slipping away. Given the circumstances, there's not a damn thing I can do to stop it; the 'choices' I'm being forced to make aren't choices at all, and /leave me crying alone in the wee hours of the night.
There's precious little that can be done even externally; there's no spite or malice involved anywhere. Personal circumstances have created this mess, and no one involved really has any real choices. There's no fault to be found, and no blame to be assigned. This is the way the weave is set, driven forward by forces greater than any individual... and it would seem now that all the other doors have now been closed and locked. All I can do is keep moving forward... even if the pattern I see before me seems bound for disaster. I refuse to give up. One dream may be on its way to turning to ash in my mouth, but there are others (if not brighter). All I can do is keep going.
- The G3 is up, reinstalled, and has suffered only minimal data loss.
- The Athlon-powered WinXP Pro machine is back up, patched current, de-Sassered, with no appreciable data loss.
- My entire computer farm and desk setup has been moved and properly set up.
- The home LAN is 85% operational again, lacking only a feed to my bedroom (which isn't vital at present).
I've gotten a lot accomplished in the last couple days... it's kinda a shame that most of the drive for this was to hide from a note of growing sorrow. As time has passed, a bright hope seems to be fading, with opportunities faltering or vanishing altogether. points where a renewal could occur are also slipping away. Given the circumstances, there's not a damn thing I can do to stop it; the 'choices' I'm being forced to make aren't choices at all, and /leave me crying alone in the wee hours of the night.
There's precious little that can be done even externally; there's no spite or malice involved anywhere. Personal circumstances have created this mess, and no one involved really has any real choices. There's no fault to be found, and no blame to be assigned. This is the way the weave is set, driven forward by forces greater than any individual... and it would seem now that all the other doors have now been closed and locked. All I can do is keep moving forward... even if the pattern I see before me seems bound for disaster. I refuse to give up. One dream may be on its way to turning to ash in my mouth, but there are others (if not brighter). All I can do is keep going.