It may have been a good thing I have no real television during the recent mess. It can be a lot like picking at a wound. I cannot believe I used to do the commuter train from Westchester to World Financial Center every day. As I get older, I guess I get less patient. The end result is a personal energy crisis.
Small tasks become overwhelming ordeals.
Conny and I had planned to return to Gomorrah this past Wednesday night, but techno-disaster struck. Conny's laptop decided to swallow it's own tongue that morning, and needed intensive care. That consumed the entire night, and involved taking apart both her and my laptop, and doing disk swaps, backups, clean installs, waving a dead chicken, the whole nine yards. Time for the professionals, I think. Sometimes I hate computers.