So many plans

I’ve been sharing my lungs with several billion bacteria this week, and it’s meant that the evenings have been spent being lazy and recovering from the strain of lab work.

I did feel a bit better this afternoon, and instantly planned a billion things to do this evening.

Many of them involved my computer, but it’s decided that switching on requires too much effort, and it literally can’t be arsed.

And now…?

Never mind, the Mavic needs updating with the scary new firmware that all the Facebook groups and online forums have been talking about. So I did that.

It was fine.

And now…?

I’ve lit the fire. I’ve fed the beagle. I’ve got a coffee.

And now…?

I think I’ll be lazy and recover from the strain of lab work.

Just for a change.

Michael Jackson is still dead

And he’s been joined by my PC.

Yes, the world has ended. Sort of.

With the Lions losing with the last kick of the game in Pretoria and having spent the afternoon in shopping hell with one (if not more) of the kids playing up, my computer has failed to work.
Well, it started. Briefly.
And then it stopped. My guess is a power supply issue, but after the day I’ve had, I decided that the best way to cure the problem was to sit down and watch Top Gear with a large glass of red wine and order a large BeeGee from Butlers.

Don’t worry – you’ll still get your updates. This one is being tapped out on Mrs 6000’s laptop and I can always head to my super sexy SEX1 if I need to. But right now, all I need to head to is my 2003 Vrede and Lust Cara.

Laters.