This morning, I awoke from dreaming about growing hair and toe nails, and after testing the rainy air, postponed coffee with Jason. Then, I set out to complete my reply to the New York State writer who is working a book about the KSU Macedoneans. My regular check of security with my device revealed a spy/trojan in one of my files. When I tried to delete it, the device crashed. When one of the online suggestions failed to work, I went to "the 24/7 live help number." It was out of order. Eventually, after an hour, I got through, and learned that the problem was in another book of files, not a responsibility of the security people. I decided to live with it.
Next, I logged on to my server, and it also failed. Another hour, and I got live help, who walked me through steps to change all my entrance data.
A little before 4 o'clock in the afternoon, I was at last at work, quite tired and frustrated, on the editing of the draft I'd been sent. After a further hour, my task was completed, and a little bleary-eyed, I pressed a button which would send the draft Email to Buffalo. Unfortunately, it was the wrong button. I had deleted the whole thing.
I set the security device to attempting to retrieve the file. Now, at 11:44, thousands of files (with names like plist3377j) later, the process has nearly half an hour to go.
Meanwhile, Son Guy set about to find his guitar tuner, and after we had thoroughly searched much of our apartment, we discovered my pill clipper, missing for months, but no guitar tuner. The instrument has joined his tape measure, my ring, his keys, and several other things of mine and his. MISSING!
I'm going to go make me a "peanut butter surprise" and pour me a glass of wine.
The Demon of Misplaced Things continues to stalk us.
Oh! and Rick Santorum has pulled off a surprise win over Mitt Romney in two Southern States.
The Demon is indeed abroad.
Macresarf1 would write no more this day.
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