I spent most of Monday taking the YD to various doctor's appointments, and working from home in between. I'm not sure what it says about me that I found an MRI to be a highly enjoyable sort of adventure. The YD hated it, as did Colleen last year. Odd -- I thought I was the neophobe. Maybe the technophilia cancels it out. Knowing that they're using microwaves and magnets to perform quantum-mechanical operations on the atomic nuclei in my head counts for a lot.
Lena Horne died. So did iceweasel, on my home machine. Somewhere there's a lock file I haven't found. I'm missing Lena Horne more; chrome lacks a couple of add-ons, but is basically everything I want in a browser.
The usual collection of good links under the cut.