Well, Internets (is that like K-marts???) you may not have recognized me over the weekend. I got up Saturday morning, did my porch/coffee thing and came on here to read mail and blogs. Only thing was, there was no mail, no blogs. Our DSL was nowhere to be found. I was really bummed because I’d been having some great commentary on YouTube on a Meat Loaf video Friday night and wanted to check in to see what else was said. So poor PD checked every possible reason once and then twice and then called our IP and spent an ungodly amount of time talking to
numerable numerous English-challenged technicians only to end up being told that the problem was in the system? not ours and that they would send someone out on Monday between 8AM and 7PM. What the hell kind of window is that? Not a bay window, not a picture window… that’s a whole damn glass house if you ask me!!! And I know PD was getting irritated because at one point I overheard him say through clenched teeth, “Please stop calling me Mr. ——–, call me PD!” Or something quite like that.
Anyway, the reason you wouldn’t have recognized me was because I did not have a keyboard hanging off me and a monitor in front of my face for an entire 48 hours. More, actually if you count today until I got home from work at 5pm.
I got two closets organized. I got packing done for our camping trip/family reunion this coming weekend. I got (real) mail opened, sorted, disposed of. I got things accomplished that I gave up on months ago. I read books. I took a nap. I shined the bathroom faucets. I tried on a bunch of clothes that don’t fit. I got pissed off.
Don’t tell PD but it’s official… I would get more done around the house if I didn’t spend so much time reading and writing on the computer. Sssshhhh. It’s a secret.
But they say, the first step is admitting you have a problem. I just can’t say it out loud.
I had lots more to tell you but I need to go to bed. This is my week of working 4 10s and 4:30am comes at you mighty fast.