Crap. I just wrote a post and the computer ate it. Oh well. It was funny and insightful and eloquent and now it’s gone. Oh, the humanity!
Anyway.
I get to visit the doctor tomorrow afternoon. I don’t have as many doctor appointments as you might expect. For someone with my severity of disability, I’m remarkably stable. So the purpose of this visit is simply to let my physician know that I’m still in the neighborhood. I only wish there was an easy way to get some writing done while sitting in the waiting room. I want a pair of glasses like that guy in the IBM commercial. You know, the one where he’s sitting on a bench in Rome or Milan or wherever and trading stocks using a display on his eyeglasses, screaming “Buy it! Buy it!” like he just snorted a noseful of crystal meth.
Sounds like you need a whole wearable computer setup.