I lost track long ago of the amount of my time and energy were disappearing into the black hole of the concert choir’s affairs. The last item is the choir’s MacBook Pro, which has the library database on it.

Apple likes its equipment to be owned and used by individual humans, not “positions” such as Choir Librarian. The user accounts are full of personal data such as name and date of birth. Drilling down to change all that, including back-up emails and phone numbers for two-factor verification, when the computer has been passed along at least twice over ten years — it’s been spectacularly irritating.

But I am almost on the objective! One more sit-down with the new librarian, and it’ll be done and I can dust the whole business off my hands. I can hardly wait.

Meanwhile, today the cats go to the vet for a check-up before going to the cattery for three weeks, and to get the correct dose of the appropriate sedative for the long drive on Monday. Watson is asprawl on my lap, but where is Isobel?