This is the computer at my mother’s house. I am at my mother’s house. Expect little in the way of updates for a few more days.

I wonder if the Smithsonian knows about this? They should. How does anyone fall this far behind? They had more up-to-date machines at Grey Gardens!
“I just use it to pay my bills” says mother, and I guess that’s easier than lugging a great sack of cowry shells around to all the various utility companies.
Um… I think I saw Arthur Evans sniffing around in the backyard early this morning with a little brush and a pith helmet.

Thanks. Try the veal.