I never really got comfortable last night. One minute I was toasty warm and drowsy, then suddenly too hot. If my feet were warm, my shoulders were cold. In an effort to remedy that I would yank the covers and expose my feet. The cat would lay on the feet and then they would be too hot. Various toes and dog elbows poked at me throughout my misery. So, I got up and convinced myself that I would pretend to feel great.
Hot coffee soothed the throat and a hot shower made everything right in my world ....... for about 45 minutes. I gathered the tools I would need to clean the office/store and set about my mission. I swept, I dusted, I vacuumed. First I had to fix the vacuum. I emptied and cleaned it and fought with the beater bar. Never did get the beater bar to work, but I swept and then sucked all the dirt and dust with the wand. I was determined. Then I mopped and put all the seasonal stuff away and pulled out the pool stuff and got ready for Spring.
Throughout all this I marveled at how much I was able to accomplish without interruption. I was quite proud of how very fast I thought my achy self was moving. Well, until He Who Tows burst through the door. "Are you okay?" he shouted. I saw the big tow truck in front of the building. He had come just to check on me. But, before I could bask in the glow of his loving concern, he demanded to know why I was not answering the phone. The phone didn't ring, therefore I didn't answer it.
Phone service is out. Business phone. Great. I didn't answer my cell, because I have no idea where it is. I usually call it to find it. Unlike the rest of my family, I rarely use my cell phone. It is usually in my purse, or some obscure place I put it down thinking I would surely remember the location. I found it under a loaf of bread once.
So, I decide to keep going with my cleaning project. I have a new seasonal camper coming either this weekend or next, so I decided to get all the contracts ready to go. I pulled all my folders and started tossing unnecessary stuff and found that I only have one blank contract left. No problem, I think, I will just go pull the document up and print it.
The document file is in my old computer. My old computer that was working just fine yesterday. I open it and wait a second, then touch the screen. Nothing. Wait more. Nothing. Reboot it. Windows has been loading for 30 minutes now. I am profoundly annoyed. I shut it down again.
I can recreate the contract in this computer, it is not the end of the world. It will have a different format and I will have to try to connect this computer to the new printer. I just don't want to. I want to pull it up and print it and be done. Then I can sew. I want to sew.
The cold medication has left my system and I am feeling crappy. I want to stomp my feet and have a small fit. But, I don't have the energy. Instead I sit here by the fire with a cat peering over my shoulder and dog paws digging into my thigh and enchant the land of blog with my woes.
Tomorrow should be better ........