Well, our big iMac is up and running again. We lost EVERYTHING. Including pictures and songs from itunes. Lovely, huh?
It is nice typing on this great big thing (compared to the little laptop I was using before), I feel like I am an old lady who needs to see bigger type.
Speaking of old ladies---I have been having back and neck pain lately. Does that go away without treatment? I literally had the Professor put Bengay on me last night. I smelled like a wintergreen mint all night. And I hurt. Is it because I have bad posture? I do put this ridiculously heavy bag on my shoulder on Mondays, which I decided to stop because maybe that is the culprit (this is the Oldest's favorite word).
"Who made that terrible pounding upstairs?!" I scream from below.
Soon enough, the Oldest has the Girl by the scruff of the neck, leading her downstairs saying, "Here is the culprit!"
I have issues coming up with definitions even though I may know what they mean. "Mom, what does culprit mean, anyway? I mean, what is the definition?"
"Look it up, you know I can't use my brain in the morning." And truly I can't. Don't make me confess to anything, speak about anything important, or make any plans in the morning. I will not remember nor will I make any sense whatsoever. My brain is in such a fog that I can't think of simple words like "the" or "is". I know what I want to say, sort of, but the fog is so heavy that getting into the archives is like battling a swarm of soldiers, and I am Conan, all alone. He does kill them all eventually.
I have not thought of Conan in a long time. Conan the Barbarian. I love that soundtrack. Of course, now if I get it on itunes I would probably lose it the way things are going right now.