IWSG Redux

"I'm running out of clean underwear," 
says the Ever-Patient this morning.

Gently.

After thirty years of marriage, 
he knows The Signs.




My life is Out of Control ~ again.

"I thought you said you had plenty of clean underwear," 
I respond.
Sweetly.

I'm feeling distinctly guilty
as I surreptitiously slip fuzzy strawberries 
and black red pepper into the kitchen garbage.
A Definite Sign.

Source:  wikimedia

Unlike the Wall Street gurus
on the TV in the background,
I know inflation is happening.

I've paid the high price 
of strawberries and red peppers 
in the grocery store recently!






"That was four days ago, Honey Babe," said the E-P.
Very gently.

Four days?  Yikes! 
"I'll try to get some done today," I promise.
Very sweetly.

Into the garbage I silently slide 
two more fuzzy strawberries,
as the E-P eyes the yellow sticky notes
festooning the coffee pot and TV.

Reminders from Me to Terry
Another Sign

"Only if you have time.
I'm good for my doctor's appointment today."
So that's why he's ranting about the damn underwear!

He gives me a quick hug and an encouraging smile.
Then wisely departs for his physical.

The E-P knows I have been somewhat overwrought
the past several days.
I've been duking it out with my computer ~ again.

And he saw me stumble out of bed this morning
after a late, late night
when I was strung out, wrung out, exhausted.

"Coffee's ready to go! 
All you have to do is push the button," 
he had chirped cheerfully 
as I gathered speed rolling for the coffeepot.
"I didn't start it because, well, I'm fasting."
He had whispered the last word.

He was probably grateful that I wasn't fasting.
I am not tickety-boo when I have to fast;
I'm foul enough to bite the heads off live chickens.

Yesterday was a rough, tough day.
I had woken up excited, 
with a Jupiter Great Red Spot 
of a brainstorm swirling in my head:
A maelstrom of ideas and enthusiasm!

Jupiter's Great Red Spot, 1979

NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center,

NASA/JPL

Source:  wikimedia

Those were thoroughly deadened 
by over four hours at the Apple Store
sandwiched between 
two bouts of stressful driving.

Followed, at home, 
by two hours of video conferencing 
discussing complicated math spreadsheets.

Source:  pinterest

When you're learning disabled in computers,
such challenges can suck you dry.
I was a sere husk last night.

So while I got my IWSG post up yesterday morning,
before my technical misadventures started,
I did not finish thanking all the co-hosts
or visit enough blogs.
I'll get to it later today or early tomorrow.

The good news from yesterday?
My awesome Apple trainer 
and the patient tech at the Genius Bar 
figured out the ports to connect peripherals 
to my computer are defective.

A new thingamajig part is on the way!

And I thought it was my brain!

I'll be back as soon as I get some much needed sleep.