5/2: The battle is joined. And, as usual in any physical confrontation, the Bug is getting his butt kicked. Direct conflict has never been his strong suit.
5/1: I knew I’d never be able to entrap the Bug forever, but I’d hoped I could slow him down for longer than this. However, right now this berserk Autocorrect is more of a threat.
4/30: The autocorrect has gone rouge! I mean, rough! I mean, rogue!
4/29: This spells tribble.
Windows 3.1, XP, Vista…I’ve seen them all come and go.
4/27: I spent all last weekend bringing organization to Daddy’s business and putting him on a salary. From this point on it will be a matter of spending my Saturday afternoons updating spreadsheets for him, so that won’t interfere with my work for Wendy.
4/26: Lenore can’t read, of course, but she used some mysterious sorting process (possibly visual) that grouped all of Daddy’s records into the appropriate stacks.
4/25: The more I find out, the more I’m amazed that he’s stayed solvent this long.
4/24: Ms. Trellis was right. The threat of her taking over was the only thing that was going to propel Daddy to hand over his finances to me.
4/23: Ms. Trellis doesn’t have a hidden agenda. Her cynical machinations are completely obvious and cheerfully out in the open.