My computer works.
Not a particularly noteworthy announcement from a blogger, I know. But being without my computer for weeks makes these words sing off the screen with all the vibrato of a Wagnerian soprano. Sing it with me, “Maaaai com-pu-tor wo-(trilled r)-ks-ah!”
With more crashing fatigue than its user, my machine refused to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time until finally deciding to take a two-month-long nap. I don’t know what woke it from its slumber, but it seems to be up to working 85 – 90 % of the time now. I’ll type fast just to be safe.
I’ve had these few months to consider the tortures virus writers should endure. I naturally find cruel and unusual punishment abhorrent, but my recent fantasies have included images of stripping said offenders naked in public where they’re met by Lorenzo Lamas and a laser pointer, Charlie Sheen and an Epilady Classic, and Joey Lawrence and over-the-counter cans of spray tan. Although I can’t be certain it was a virus that caused the trouble, it still seems good policy.
Anyway, I’m happy to get to post something before Thanksgiving arrives. Fingers crossed, I’ll be back with more after my tryptophan-induced holiday rest. I hope you enjoy my new arrangement of “We Gather Together.”
– Anita, Noted in Nashville