Monday dawned cool and cloudy. What is up with that ? It's summer for crying out loud ! I want to know where the sun is because it's not here or anywhere else in Australia if weather reports are to be believed and I know it's not in the Northern hemipshere becaue I keep seeing pictures of 12 foot high snow drifts. Anyhoo- I did my usual morning routine of hazily finding my way to the kettle (I usually do this with my eyes still firmly shut) shuffling down to the computer , hitting the on button, and staggering off to the bathroom.
Once all that is done I make my coffee and come and sit here to catch up with whats been going on with everyone on the other side of the world while I've been getting my customary 6 whole hours of shut eye, only about three of which I actually sleep because Mr. P snores like a freaking freight train.
Monday was no different. Except that when I sat down with my coffee and finally opened my eyes. I saw that my computer had been hijacked by a nasty trojan virus. Flashing warnings, pop ups, dire messages, lights and alarms-it was like the carnival had come to town but nowhere near as fun, especially since I hadn't had my coffee yet and there wasn't a clown in sight.
I panicked. "Breathe , Breathe" I told myself. I wasn't so much worried that my computer was about to crash and that I would lose 234 half finished blog posts, photos of Little P's birth and all our financial records. I was more worried I'd be offline for DAYS , possibly WEEKS because our computer guy is taking a holiday until at least January 4th. While I muttered about what a selfish bastard that made him, I tried to do a system restore only to find the System Tool Virus had disabled all my programs including my ability to run virus removal, access my email, and in fact run any programs at all except Solitaire, which effectively made my computer the worlds biggest bloody Atari. Uncustomarily, rather than shake Mr. P awake at 6.30am with news of this tragedy, I decided to shut the computer down and wait for the computer whizz to wake up. I went and cleaned out the bathroom cabinets. I felt very virtuous as their annual cleaning is not due until January.
I own 8 hairbrushes, have 300 hair ties, and discovered a hair straightener I'd forgotten I had. I tossed the makeup I've had so long that blue eye shadow is back in fashion. I can stop buying soap because I have the world market cornered and I had so many out of date prescription medications I probably could have opened up my own Russian Roulette Pharmacy.
When Mr . P got up two hours later, I didn't even say Good Morning before I said:
"Mycomputerisbrokenandinfectedbyavirusandyouhavetofixitrightnowbecauseivebeencomputerlessfortwohoursnditskillingme,andbythewayialsoneedmorecoffee" (which I clearly didn't)
90 minutes later Mr. P had restored my computer back to health. The rest of the day was largely uneventful. I never want to be shocked awake like that again.
How was your day?