See, I’m still trying to get the house wired. My computer isn’t even plugged in yet. Give me another day or two. I’m saving up a whole lot of really good bloggy ideas. Really I am.

How come there are never outlets where you need them? Today I poked a few holes in the walls. Tomorrow, I’ll try to put wires and stuff in the holes. Then I’ll plug a few things in. Cross your fingers.

Very tired. Worked hard today, no end in sight. But here’s a happy thought:

Go, eat your bread with joy and drink your wine with a merry heart, because it is now that God favors your works. At all times let your garments be white, and spare not the perfume for your head.

Enjoy life with the wife whom you love, all the days of the fleeting life that is granted you under the sun. This is your lot in life, for the toil of your labors under the sun.

Anything you can turn your hand to, do with what power you have; for there will be no work, nor reason, nor knowledge, nor wisdom in the nether world where you are going.

“Internemesis,” the amazing true story of how I saved the universe, is finally finished, now that Part Nine is posted.

Actually, I padded out Part Eight quite a bit, too, so you might want to skim it over again. It was too taut and fast-paced. I’m one of a dying breed of raconteurs (Tolkien was another) who knows that a well crafted thriller should plod along like an old mule with bad knees.

That’s where we (and almost all of our stuff) live now. The move went pretty well, but the modem won’t be hooked up until Wednesday or Thursday, so check back then. (To post this entry, I had to climb a utility pole and perform a mind-meld with the cable. It’s quite taxing.)

I’m afraid the heart-stopping conclusion of “Internemesis” will be delayed one day, so you’ll have to wait to find out whether the world ended last Saturday.

“Internemesis” hurtles toward its blockbuster ending. The penultimate chapter, Part Eight, was posted today.