I've had a few nights of fitful sleep, inundated with rather graphic dreams. Last night, sometime between 2:36 and 5:16 am, I had a very vivid dream. It was chockful of people that I work with, stressful dramatic scenes under dark skies and the weird realization that I had somehow acquired a clean hole in the side of my head, exposing a neat portion of my brain. I was rather stressed about the gaping hole of flesh but in the dream one of my colleagues had said to me, "Just cover it with your hair. It will grow back." Naturally, the first thing I did when I woke up was to check the side of my head for said wound. Silly, yes, but I was definitely feeling distorted.
I expect it's a direct effect of the week. Our home computer has completely crashed, failed, distorted and within a week, will be residing on the curb for the trash collectors of Manhattan. Waiting for the arrival of our new MAC has left me powerless to do much blogging to say nothing of visiting my cronies in chat or my usual blog-haunts. My commute has remained tortuously bad, exacerbated by a one hour delay in Stamford, CT last night due to a gas leak and accident that backed traffic up to New Haven. We had an adverse turn in some business at work today that was unexpected and upsetting. I've tried to post some mindless entertainment from YouTube but even youTube doesn't want my business these days. Nothing posted has shown up on this blog. I'm feeling pretty darned useless, so it's no wonder that I have spent the good part of the last two nights curled up on the couch in a fetal position watching a Rosalind Russell marathon on TCM. Jeez, she was awfully good.
Your forbearance during this time is appreciated.
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WOW, you sound stressed. I have been having a lot of vivid, weird dreams lately. I pass mine off as hormonal. Anyway, I've missed you, your writing is therapy. Enjoy your new Mac. I love my little Apple notebook.
BTW, I95 through CT is pure hell, so now you know.
Yeah, we missed you in our chat reunion! All the usual suspects were there. We're going to try again this Sunday.
Curiously, I am stressed...but I am also exhilirated. These are interesting times. and yes, Karen, I-95 is a circus. Those truck drivers are crazy mo-fos.
I'll try to hit chat on Sunday, Caryl, but I am home-computer impaired for now. Still, it would be womderful to catch up with all our old peeps. I'll try.
Hey, CW, public service announcement! Don't leave your hard drive out on that curb. Even though it's crashed, it can still be accessed and all of your personal information could get into the wrong hands. True story, I have a nephew that is somewhat of a genius with the inner workings of computers. A neighbor of ours gave him an old crashed computer of his to "tinker" with. Uh, he shouldn't have done that. My nephew was able to see chat logs, e-mail, banking information and a whole lot of porn that had been downloaded to "Mr. Big Stuff's" computer. LOL That's the name the 5 foot 5 banker was using on the porn sites. So . . . remove the hard drive before leaving the shell on the curb.
Good tip, SR. Thanks for the heads-up. The old deranged unit is still sitting...uselessly...in the office but we will be most mindful of your sage advice once it goes curbside.Thanks!
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