March 4, 2015

Wednesday, 4th of March -- HUGE bummer, my internet went out and my computer person had to come and say the magic words over it, then make the sign of a circle with a triangle in, pat that on the tower. Then it's on to incantations over the Ram, or maybe it's the screen, he won't say, and what else? I don't know, no computer geek worth his salt lets you observe all his procedures. Pay the man, offer to kiss his toes because you're up and running again.

I've got a huge honker cold, Oh my, the misery of it -- one forgets how really horrible colds can be. I mean, someone says I've got a bad cold, and you're thinking, well, yeah, so what? It ain't a broken foot or some sort of vile disease, don't whine -- and then you get whacked over the head, cough up your stomach lining, sniff and use three boxes of kleenex and take all the lying cold stuff they charge through the nose for and doesn't work, and yes, whine, even though you know people are rolling their eyes the minute your back's turned. Ah, the misery -- I guess you can tell I was gutting it out yesterday, but NOT TODAY. Today, I want sympathy and lovely hot tea delivered into my poor cold hands, loaded with honey.