Really, my head felt like it was going to explode. It all started yesterday when I got a bug to buy a better scanner. I know damn well that you should never install 2 new things at once. I was already tired, with a terrible sense of foreboding. Last week, my old scanner had decided not to speak to my operating system and no amount of uninstalling and reinstalling could revive the connection.
NEW ONE is a dangerous attitude to start out with.
But I went ahead and installed the Photoshop. Nevertheless, I got it up and running. Earlier, Jackson had brought home a certified letter to me from the State Bureau of Taxation and Finance. I think this sent my blood pressure a little wonky right there. Jackson wanted to analyze it and ask me a lot of questions, but I put it away.