indexing epitome of incomprehensibility Dr. K, whom I'm working for as a research assistant, is in the hospital. A virus affected his kidneys and I don't know if this is life-threatening. The book is basically done, except I'm working on the index, which is in three sections. I think I've made up the five hours I was lacking, over yesterday and today, so maybe I should track my hours now? Maybe not? I have this superstitious feeling that he'll die if I don't finish the index, which is nonsense. Last night, after I heard the news, I remembered the colour of his eyes, a medium brown, and thought, "No, I can't just fall in love with EVERYBODY especially if they're fifty years older than me," but it isn't that kind of feeling. I feel like he's my grandfather, sort of slotting him into that mental category, but I also miss him as a person. He was in New York last week. I would have returned to work on Monday if he hadn't gotten sick. The subject index is the hardest since I can't just search for words. I paid $90 to download the 2013 MS Word on Mom's computer, and mainly for its navigation pane so that I could scroll between sections, and somehow the download wiped out Mom's email, I don't know if permanently. If I'd been thinking, I would have searched for navigation add-ons to the free software (LibreOffice) I have on my own computer. I always think of these things too late. Don't die, please. I don't have the publisher's email address on file. 150623 ... e_o_i Thankfully he is getting better, and I'll go and visit him tomorrow... which I can do, even if I am not organized by any standard (and sorry for objecting irrelevantly on the half_empty page; I do like what people wrote. In fact everybody's writing today is quite thought-provoking). 150625 ... raze hey, no need for sorries! you write lots of good things too, you know. 150626 ... raze (and i'm really glad he's doing better) 150626 what's it to you? who go blather from