That was quick. Erased volume. Trying internet recovery again.

If I don’t get anywhere tonight I’m going to recycle it at Apple. No one needs this kind of trouble. Re-erased and attempting Monterey reinstall. If that doesn’t work a third time, I will give it termed recovery one more shot. But that’s all I have.

Try, try again. Erased volume and recovering from on-machine recovery partition. I hope.

Welp. That didn’t work, either. “An error occurred installing the update.” Okay

I have an Intel MacBook Air with TouchID. I have never had a Mac that was so resistant to updates. SMC and PRAM resets at a minimum. Disks that won’t unlock, this time. Recovering now with new volumes and a clean installl.

Ugh. When the progress bar goes back up in time.

Lots of little things make me irritated. It passes. Until the next thing that does. On the inside it doesn’t feel like I’m always angry. But people observing me sometimes tell me I’m always angry. That’s not at all what I want. Not sure how to be better. I want to be better.

Well, that was fast. Hardly got a profile set up on Pebble and they’ve announced a November 1 shut down

Today learned a small amount about British trains. I had purchased a small set, movie specific, but it does not include as many coaches as depicted on screen. Canon doesn’t offer detail, so tradition will have to do.

I note, tonight, on my street in Saint Paul, that all of the street lamps are shining white light. After all of the experiments for decades with many types of lamps with many gasses inside, white is back.