I fear my grip on my sanity is nearing its end. I think 8 days without a computer is heroic. But now that I’m trying to get ready for a very long car trip, it’s just not funny any more.
It’s like camping. It is fun when you plan for it. But to be suddenly roughing it without warning, the adventure grows wearisome quickly.
Anybody know any cheap motels in North Carolina that don’t mind dogs? I only plan to be there for a few hours to sleep. And tell me they won’t get all huffy about 6 children in the room with me. Sure, it’ll be tight, but we’re not moving in. I probably won’t even take a shower.
It’d be really nice to know how much money I really have in my checking account. Not just what it says online, but what my Quicken tells me I have.
But I think what is really doing me in are the micro-conversations I’m having with my husband via email, where it is uncomfortable to type long passages, or via phone where he either has a 15 minute time limit and some privacy or longer time but he’s in a room full of people.
Of course it is right now when I can’t communicate effectively that all hell is breaking lose.
Did I mention we’re moving? We’ve known this for some time, but there were two givens: we were going to Ft. Knox in Kentucky, and we had “60 days stabilization,” meaning we wouldn’t move for 60 days after his return.
Never believe anything the government tells you. Ever.
We are moving to Ft. Stewart in Georgia. We learned this a few weeks ago.
We are likely moving by the end of January. This is today’s news.
It’s ok. I can handle it.
But then I called Dell to see what the $(;/$& is up with my computer repair. The guy couldn’t help me.
Their computers were down.