Hakuna matata

[vaneramos]

Been so busy lately, I really needed a down day. So my brain played solitaire, and my body just curled here like a cat in the chair. The time change is toying with my endocrine system. For the first time in weeks I felt free-floating anxiety: that prickling sensation. It's only my body. I didn't get sucked in. Didn't feel like talking to people. There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow.

Danny found an external CD burner in the attic, so today I removed 2 G of images from the hard drive of the old computer. On a whim, I threw a disk in the old burner, and the damn thing worked. I still have the pile of useless disk here that it chewed. Maybe the computer senses its imminent replacement and is begging forgiveness. Futile, now that I've had a chance to play with 1 G of RAM.

Bruce is determined to give me a working computer. He took his old PC back home last night and replaced practically every part of it. Windows has to be installed again, of course. I am embarrassed and grateful. He is an angel. I might drive to Toronto Thursday evening to pick it up, if it's ready, otherwise on the weekend.

I'm not interested in Hallowe'en this year.

I have only the foggiest notion what I'm writing for NaNoWriMo. Only one day left, but tonight I'm determined not to worry about it, or anything else.