Ginger, there has to be a way you can get in touch with me! This is ridiculous. I got the first email no problem!
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
So the new dog is sick. She hasn't eaten since Monday, and last night she didn't even try to dig her tennis ball out from under the couch, just lay around while I caught up on Jane the Virgin.
Happily, I managed to get a vet appointment this afternoon, and maybe it won't be anything complicated. But it's sad to see a dog who is usually full of energy, just lying around. Poor pup.
OK, off to work.
I just revived an ancient gmail account and tried pasting the contents into a new email.
I'm working with stone knives and bear claws with this ancient netbook.
Ancient tools frw, I Finally got it. Backflung, and basically yes I can.
Phew! Glad something worked!
I have been to the greens store, liquor store, and grocery store. For my mother's party on Sunday.
zenkitty is a goddess. But you knew that.
The moving to rehab process has fallen into hurry up and wait status. Gmail has a new-to-me "reply and compose experience." I've had better experiences.
I'm sorry about new dog, Consuela. I hope it's just a passing upset.
I spent some time in the middle of the night cleaning up the netbook, which is at comparative lightning speed today. The program I wanted to use has moved to the cloud and took roughly forever to use. Thanksgiving sales goals: New laptop. New phone.
Dear internet: No, I do not want to reset my password. No, I don't care if my password could be stronger. Why do you make us write passwords and usernames and then tell us your rules? You can't tell us upfront? Is all this really for security or is it an elaborate cruel joke?
You can't tell us upfront?
That would make SO much sense.
Feel better, new dog of Consuela.
Hooray for stone knives, I guess.
In me news: got into the office late today - decided to splurge on a fancy coffee and hit every red light between Starbucks and work (there are zero red lights between home and work, so this makes a significant difference to my commute) and realized once I was at work that my employee badge was at home. Since I was already late, there was no one to coattail in on, so I went home and got it.
But I feel much better today!
Glad to hear that!
Now it's time for Nursing Home Thanksgiving. Good times?