Shortly after my last post, my laptop – I call him Nigel* – froze, and when rebooted refused to start up. D pronounced Nigel dead at the scene, saying I either needed a new hard drive or I should trade Nigel in for a sleeker, sexier model. I protested. I couldn’t part with Nigel! Nigel and I have been through so much together. Nigel was there during my darkest days of burnout. He was there when I recovered. He’s seen me get married and have a child. We have history, man. Besides, Nigel has all my photos.
I felt almost naked without Nigel. How would I write my blog? I love writing my blog, it’s like free therapy. With nice, encouraging people thrown in. It helps me keep track of how I’m doing, and keeps me honest. Also, how would I cope without my latest obsession of checking to see where in the world people are reading my blog? (Hello, Estonia. Thanks for stopping by.)
Fortunately D is a ridiculously-clever-genius-computer-guru, so he spent the last couple of days working like a trojan to fix it. I was in a bad mood about something else so he felt a little underwhelmed by my appreciation of his mad skills. Sorry D. You’re awesome. Thank you for your expertise and time.
I was in a total grump about something yesterday and I ate everything I could get my hands on. Sugar free of course. Gah! Comfort eating seems to be so ingrained in me. I know I’m doing it, I sit down and identify why, but still I eat. I really hope I can conquer this.
The only shining light in my sad pity party was that I didn’t cave in and eat chocolate, my usual go-to balm back in my addicted days.
I was foiled by rain today in my running ambitions, but I intend to go for a run first thing tomorrow. I’m actually looking forward to it.
This post is rather random, but the moral of the story is: Marry a computer geek. And try not to stuff your face when you’re having a bad day.
* I always name electrical appliances and cars. It’s way more fun to get mad at ‘Nigel’ or ‘Boris’ when they don’t work. Try it, you’ll see.