It’s a conspiracy, I tell ya! First my hard drive goes wonky, will only boot in safe mode – which prevents me from even accessing the internet! Then the repair shop I take it to is _seriously_ understaffed, waiting nearly two weeks just to tell me that, gee, maybe they should just wipe the hard drive and reinstall the operating system. This after I *specifically* asked them to find out if it was the hard drive that was bad, or something ON the hard drive – because re-installing the operating system on a bad hard drive will simply cost me $60, and not solve the problem. Clearly, stealthily installing incompetent techs in a previously stellar repair shop is part of the conspiracy, too.
So, I tell the so-called Tech not do a thing except put the computer back together and I will pick it up later that day. Take it to another repair shop. HA! I have foiled the conspirators with this unexpected behavior, and my computer is fixed and back in my hands with a bright, shiny new hard drive the very next day.
*BUT*! Not to be so easily evaded, the conspirators hastily place a flu-infected clerk at either the dry cleaners or the smoke shop I visit the next day. Inside of two days, I am battling the demon flu either shivering so hard my muscles cramp up (and I must take great pains to hold my teeth apart, lest the force of their chattering break one of them), or I am sweating a mid-sized lake into the guest bed in which I have installed myself, the better to keep my dearly beloved healthy enough to wait on me hand and foot.
So, the conspirators have cost me pretty much a month of blogging. But I, bloody but unbowed, refuse to quit.
Time to begin again, this time armed with the name of a tech who makes house calls, and an entire closet full of anti-bacterial wipes! (Yes, I’m aware they do nothing against viral infections like the flu, but I’m assuming my battle left a certain amount of immunity in its wake. The conspirators will have to try something else next time, and I will be far more wary now than I was before I realized that they really *are* out to get me. I should have known something was up when they painted that big white “X” on the street in front of my house – but innocent, gullible me, I *believed* them when they told me it was just for the railroad crossing a few yards down the street. But, innocent no more, I’m on to them now, and I *WILL* defend myself!)
HA! I rise again! I write again! I blog again!
Oh, stop yawning. I can’t help it if the fever drained my brain and left me incapable of writing anything truly interesting. At least I’m writing, right? It’ll get better. Probably.