(It's now Wednesday the thirteenth.)

Tuesday 7/12 ~1848 (cst)

For some reason this site is currently not letting me post new entries.

I've shut everything down and restarted the computer, but still nada.

So--I'll put the post for July 12 in the comments for July 11.

If it was the 13th there might be an arcane explanation.

But that's not till tomorrow.

Anyway--today was a work day, and a fairly productive one.

Last time I was at work I finished up a collection.

This morning there was a new batch of cartons and boxes with fresh goodies.

I spent a fair amount of time getting Mignon Faget's folders together. I tried not to drool on pictures of her gorgeous jewelry. I figure it will take me a couple of days to get her organized, and her papers etc. will no doubt take up an entire carton.

(A carton is the largest container and is the size that holds about a dozen reams of "regular" paper. It has a lift-off lid.)

Fortunately, I had reached a halfway decent stopping point when the sky began to grumble. I quickly got everything put away, and headed for my car. I had no desire to be walking on wet sidewalks with a cane.

I beat the rain, though, and in fact I barely got the windshield washed off before it let up. (I am not complaining.)

The drive home was uneventful, until I discovered that my lake-crossing preferred mode (the old Hwy.11 bridge) was closed, so I had to double back somewhat and take the I-10 bridge. It's in the middle of having a mate constructed, so one has to pay a bit of attention to what lane to be in and when.

Obviously, I did finally get home.

I have no idea why the old bridge was closed. Probably some problem with the elderly drawspan. Or maybe the highway people just wanted to play games with the traffic.

After Katrina, the two-lane 80-something year old bridge was the only way in to New Orleans south of the highways further north that went through Baton Rouge.

The bridge is two lanes wide--no shoulder lanes or anything--and has very definite load limits. Truckers (post-Katrina)who thought they were cutting some 50 or 60 miles off their route west and used the bridge were generally greeted at the other end by a gentleman wearing a blue uniform and carrying a ticket book. I think the fine was about $250--probably payable then and there. That money sure helped with post-Katrina highway repairs.

So--that was my day. I plan on tomorrow being an at-home, then going in again on Thursday, and maybe Friday.

Oh--I had taken Diana's latest book in with me. I showed it to the librarians and the head librarian took one look at the cover and said "order it."

They're not just being nice--this is the work of a local (female) author.

Maybe tomorrow, after a good night's sleep, my computer will be in a better mood.