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The battery charger stopped working that's pretty much mandatory for keeping a BlueTooth keyboard and TrackPad operating, plus the Anywhere Mouse I keep running. I still use it and will until I get proficient enough on the new TrackPad to not keep fresh batteries in the extra mouse too. That's six AA rechargeable batteries I'm discharging 24/7.
The charger going kaput surprised me. There is not much about it to go wrong. The diodes could burn out I suppose. It has two LED's. One is to show the power is working, and a red one that flashes on and off when it's charging used batteries. When I took all the batteries out of the holding racks the red charging light stayed on. I decided to just unplug the power cord and wait ten seconds, and sure enough, the red light went out.
The batteries in the Anywhere mouse were fine, so I put four rechargeable batteries in the holding racks, the red light came on again, and so I waited for about an hour to see if the batteries would charge up. When I took the batteries out of the charger and put them in the TrackPad the BlueTooth page notified me that they had 99% charge. Wow! In an hour.
The charger must not have been working all that good for a while. I thought I may have to buy a new one. The miser in me is what drove me to look harder for a solution. I'm addicted to it provoking me this way. I don't think there is a way for me to get out of being a Scrooge when being one delights me.
The morning flew by, and now it's already after three o'clock in the afternoon. I wrote something all morning, but it took me so long to edit what I did write that it got tiring. I like to edit and try to get all the words I type just like I like them. It challenges my brain. News reports I've seen lately emphasize how the human brain uses most of the body's energy. Editing may use more than any of my physical activities.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
