I’m back from my overseas trip, hello all :). Ooh look, obligatory holiday snap.
My beloved laptop, George, gave his life in my service, suddenly having a heart attack while we were away. I took him to the PC hospital yesterday, and it seems there was no hope for him. So I am George-less at the moment :(. His hard disk was not damaged, plus I have backups, so I’m happy about that.
As a result, though, I’m resentfully tapping this out on my phone (I hate typing on my phone so much!).
I’m writing just a brief update, until this tedious tapping reaches peak annoyingosity (is SO a word!) and becomes too much (no wonder e mail & blogs are falling out of favour for the millions who favour phones over computers).
George’s replacement won’t be here for another week or so. I have reconciled myself to this horrific state of affairs.
This forced curtailment of easy access to the internet over the last couple of weeks has been strange. Not just internet, though: Everything else also.
I write a lot, incessantly, and not being able to do it makes me feel a little anxious. As if thoughts or feelings don’t make sense unless I can put them down on the page and tease them out to find meaning (and I know I could go old school, but that doesn’t feel the same).
As for a not-very-interesting dating update, I am peopled out from two weeks of familying, and that means I have zero desire to contact either Incompatible-Awesome or the Hot Older Man.
Probably not a bad idea to wait and see if they reach out anyway (look at me rationalising my introversion away as if I’m making any decision other than just going ‘I don’t want to’ :P).
I miss you (I’m serious, blog- friends). I’ll be back soon-ish.