Less than a week after he had finished fourth grade last year, Taylor was ready to return to school. A long, luxuriant summer vacation held no appeal for him.

"Because all your friends are there," I said.

"Well, yeah, there's that, but I also like the way my brain feels when we do math," he said.

I knew what he meant. It's the same feeling I've known this week as I have learned a little about cascading style sheets; however, it's time to leave the pleasurable absorption of the neural fog that has surrounded me this week and move to other things (like updating this page). So this page, cautious and constrained though it may be, is going to have to be 'it' for now.

The page behaves well in Explorer 5 and above, and even in Netscape 6.2 (which I finally downloaded this week, and which, to give it its due, renders the smaller fonts more attractively than Explorer does). In earlier versions of Netscape, things may disappear, but I no longer care. Simple as that. I'll 'care' again later as I learn and understand more about CSS.
05:35 a.m. CDT (GMT -5)

Owen couldn't be bothered because it occurred before noon (his usual time for rising during summer break), and Taylor claimed he wasn't feeling well, so he went back to sleep. Josh, however, arose in time to run in a 5K road race at 7:30 a.m. today at Cico Park. He hung with the leaders until the halfway point, when a lack of training and a possible overabundance of dorm food took their toll. Although he didn't finish among the leaders, he did finish well and strong.
08:45 a.m. CDT (GMT -5)

O Canada!
08:05 AM CDT (GMT -5)

Taylor has been away at camp since last Sunday. He'll return in an hour, about ninety minutes behind the postcard he sent. He opens his message with the conventional sentiments: love you, miss you, see you in two days!

And then he closes with this postscript: "PS: (I would like to be home.)"

Dulce domum.
12:05 PM CDT (GMT -5)

A cool, fragrant breeze swept through the window of my second-storey bedroom last night, and when I awoke at 2:30 after just a few hours of sleep, I knew right away that I wouldn't be able to sink back into the abyss.

So I came here and piddled until 6 a.m., converting more of this broadsheet to CSS, and even resorting to reading some actual instructions from O'Reilly (Niederst, Web Design in a Nutshell. Bei-whodathunkit-jing: O'Reilly, 1999...little otter on the front cover) and from W3C. There is much more converting to do, and that top table, that unsightly banner and navigation area up there, needs some attention. But for now I plainly need some rest, so this will have to do.

(The previous CSS version of this page remains here.)
11:00 PM CDT (GMT -5)

Now that I know a little about CSS, everyone else has moved on to XML, XSLT, and RSS? And PHP? CHIT!
8:45 AM CDT (GMT -5)

The karmic wheel that I mentioned last Tuesday continues to turn and wobble. That same evening, enjoying the fragrance of fresh mown hay and marveling at the daylight that still shone at nine o'clock, I was spinning eastbound along K-18 at 65 mph in the mighty Metro. I had almost passed the driving range at the Stagg Hill golf course when I heard the loudest KAPOW!! that I have ever heard— and as I make that claim I am mindful of a lightning bolt that struck near me when I was a kid that might easily have started my puberty (or might have ended it in a lesser boy).

I whipped my head toward the presumed direction of the blast and watched the shattered remains of the rear passenger-side window crumble into the back seat. I turned the car around on the highway as soon as I safely could and returned to the golf course parking lot. I hadn't paid attention when passing alongside the driving range, so I had not seen anyone on the range hitting balls. In any case, by the time I arrived at the golf course, both the driving range and the parking lot were vacant.

I could fall back on the line about the fact that even god can't hit a one iron, but I'd bet that god plays a ball better than the cut Pinnacle range ball that rested with a smug smile in the back seat of my car.
1:30 PM CDT (GMT -5)

This morning, Taylor departed for a week of camp in western Kansas. He took with him nearly everything he cherishes except his snow cone machine.
1:45 PM CDT (GMT -5)

I've spent too much time here today, but I've used the time learning about cascading style sheets. As of five minutes ago, this page has been brought to the Internet with the help of a linked style sheet. Wheee dogies!

There's much more to do on this redesign, particularly now that I've learned about some of the properties available in CSS. But now I'm tired, and I think I'll just watch the page to see if it boils.
10:20 PM CDT (GMT -5)

Well, it's simple. The redesigned page, I mean.

Anal.

Simple, I think. And easy to use.

We'll see.
8:45 PM CDT (GMT -5)