Spent a significant portion of the day doing my most favorite computer chore ever: going from Excel to Word in a repetitive fashion. There’s a database in a spreadsheet that must be displayed in another way.
Copy, click, paste, return, return, format, scroll. Page break, click, copy, click, repeat.
There’s probably an easier way to do this. Someone will send me an email about it. And you’re brilliant someone’s for doing so. It wouldn’t have helped today, though.
From this effort letters will be mailed, in support of emails and phone calls already made. There may be another round of one of those. Our department is thorough in its correspondence.
I worked on this project last weekend, when this was my view, come to think of it:
Autumn is here. But not there. That picture is from our trip to Indiana. That much autumn has not arrived in our part of the world yet. The evenings are cool, the nights are sharply crisp. Everything is still green, as we expect it to be. The high today was 81. Tomorrow is 85. Last night I could see my breath while standing over steaks on the grill. Autumn is a quirky thing this far south.
But, hey, a section of that tree is now the big picture on the rest of the site, so that’s why the wide angle shot is here.
Brian is here. He’s down for the football game. We stood in line for hours for dinner tonight. Don’t go out to eat on a homegame weekend. One day we’ll learn.
