I feel like Sisyphus, defeated by gravity and a rock. The rock is my attempt to burn (in the parlance) a birthday CD for my sister using iTunes. Gravity is my ignorance, the brain in its fortieth year.
You can never find a teenager when you really need one.
Still, mustn't grumble. Going to see a new Penny Cliff piece for Cardboard Citz tonight, that should be good.