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rolanniThis was supposed to be another hard writing day, but things gang agley early and never really got unganged. Or unagley'd, for that matter.
The Internet was gone when we arose pink and adorable from our well-earned rest, so after breakfast, I called tech support and scheduled a service call. I hardly expected to see a technician on Sunday, much less on Easter Sunday, but by golly a tech did manifest around 1 o'clock, gave us a new modem, refused to have anything to do with the Heathen Devil that is our router, and departed, pursued by furies. Kinzel then got to spend the next while reconnecting, deconnecting, swearing, and rebooting to get all the machines online and talking to each other again.
While that was going on, I tackled the big pile of SRM orders that has been too long ignored. Several hours were consumed in packing three dozen orders, which are all ready to go to the post office tomorrow.
Also scheduled for tomorrow, my exploratory dental visit. Not nervous at all, me. Oh, no, not a bit. Sigh.
Kinzel made crabcakes and asparagus for dinner, which hit the spot, yes indeed.
Mozart cursed and swore to no avail; he was brushed.
And, somewhere around it all, some words stuck to the screen in the proper order.
Crystal Dragon, deadline March 31
The Internet was gone when we arose pink and adorable from our well-earned rest, so after breakfast, I called tech support and scheduled a service call. I hardly expected to see a technician on Sunday, much less on Easter Sunday, but by golly a tech did manifest around 1 o'clock, gave us a new modem, refused to have anything to do with the Heathen Devil that is our router, and departed, pursued by furies. Kinzel then got to spend the next while reconnecting, deconnecting, swearing, and rebooting to get all the machines online and talking to each other again.
While that was going on, I tackled the big pile of SRM orders that has been too long ignored. Several hours were consumed in packing three dozen orders, which are all ready to go to the post office tomorrow.
Also scheduled for tomorrow, my exploratory dental visit. Not nervous at all, me. Oh, no, not a bit. Sigh.
Kinzel made crabcakes and asparagus for dinner, which hit the spot, yes indeed.
Mozart cursed and swore to no avail; he was brushed.
And, somewhere around it all, some words stuck to the screen in the proper order.
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Crystal Dragon, deadline March 31
