There is a river, but no riverwalk, and no cool burrito place either, and I am both quite alone and not going for walks down the lush southing riparian path, with or without the cat.

But it begins well nevertheless and means it too.

After all that and a wild flood of SMS too, I’m drying clothes and mentally concerned with what to call my new local area network.

I considered salonniere, but because of the meaning of ‘host’ in computing, that would be a better name for desktop system. Then: OSIlayer8, but ditto.

I’m leaning toward GNU or some variation thereof.

I think with the tenfold increase in both bandwidth and speed I’m going to be soaking in this sort of thing.

Tomorrow is tripping over the best roads I know.