Jodi and I are becoming pals. She sits next to me in Excel class and shares her granola bar at break time. Today she was anxious cause her ’97 Corolla is overheating. I thought my car was old, but she’s got me beat by two years.

Last week I went to the food truck with Jodi and since they had no decaf or teabags, I got a cup of wretched coffee. José is a sweetie, but his coffee? Ewwww!

Excel is really an adventure. I was traipsing through the Louvre when they learned formulas, but the teacher helped me catch up today. Mostly what we’re doing is cosmetic. We put things in pretty colors, choose background patterns, change the angle of the type, and today I found a function that puts words like total and percent into gorgeous 3-D fonts. If I knew how to do that in this program, I’d do it for you here. But my computer knowledge is all on a need-to-know basis, with the street as my teacher. It’s better than my German, as I found out recently when I was editing a translation, though probably not as good as my French. But I can get around pretty well in both.

I don’t know whose voice I’m writing in today. But I like it. For today. It’s a little overcast and I’m procrastinating.