I’ve been fighting with this computer for the last three hours. It has been updating, accepting, applying and utilizing all the things it wants me to have. And me, I’m not computer literate enough to know when to tell it to shut up and sit down.
I haven’t been able to access my home page so had no idea what was on TV, and then I changed to the PBS channel...right now the Irish Boys’ Choir is singing me Christmas carols that make my eyes leak. The little whippersnappers.
At this point, I’m thinking bed may be looking good. I don’t need to cry. I’ve done enough this season.
I’m thinking exactly the same thing, but I have at least another hour before I can go to bed. Tom shut the gas off to the water heater, so now we have no hot water. DP’s trying to get it back on.