Monday, November 11

I spend the morning setting up a computer to replace one of the oldest ones, which have begun to fail in interestingly different ways.

The process of installing two accounts (one administrator and one default user) on a Windows computer has got more complex and more time consuming with each update to Windows 11.

Since the first things I have to do when I have navigated through the installation process involve removing bloatware and links to apps insist on sending warning messages that frighten the intended users, I find the process mildly irritating.

I end the morning mildly irritated.

I spend the evening having a rod inserted into the bone of my skull to house a dental implant to replace the tooth I had removed in Helsinki, in one of Tero’s final acts of dentistry.

I have a shedload of anesthetic and the whole process hurts not one bit. Do bones have pain receptors? I wonder as I lay listening and feeling my skull getting drilled.

Trepanning, I suddenly think, as I remember one of the wilder acts of hippie “seeking”.

Of course they don’t.