For weeks on end it feels like I'm going going going.  Going to work, going to workout, going to the store, going to make dinner and going to bed...to do it all over again.  Tonight is the rare occassion where I'm home at 6pm and Miguel's going to be late at work for another 3 hours or so.  After making a healthy portion of leftovers, drinking my 3rd cup of tea and reading all the junk mail, I've found myself with nothing much to do.  I feel like if I were a good person, I'd pick up a book to read, but at this point, I'd rather take a nap than start reading another book. 

This wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for our 5-year old Macintosh that decided to eat itself from the insides after we got back from our honeymoon this summer.  And yes, for those of you keeping up with the times, that was at the same time as we were having a major raw sewage epidemic in our backyard.  The computer, as I was saying, started having attacks every now and then during Battlestar Gallactica and Alias showings from our Netflix DVDs.  That was before the wedding.  We even took it into the store to see if they could help.  What did they say?  "Oh Hi, Welcome to blah blah, are you bringing that in for recycling?".  When we told her we wanted it "fixed" she gave us a quizzical look and said "well, if you really want to do that, it will be about $150 just to have a techy look at it, and that doesn't include any repairs....BUT we have a new one of those on sale for $150, so you might as well just trash it anyway."  We left with our beloved Mac in hand; not a scratch on the thing and it is somehow destined for a landfill already.  Now, however, after hours of back-up making, reformatting and reloading the operating system,  it has progressed to not even making it through the nifty start-up procedure.  We have about a 25% chance that the computer will load up, about a 30% chance that it won't freeze on the slightest mouse movement, and about a 1% chance that we'll be able to shut it down properly although we don't have to unplug it each time...yet.

Somehow Miguel manages to get the Mac to work for him; I think he's got a special relationship with it that I just can't compete with.  I've given up on the damn thing and I'm just mulling over the monthly broadband payment we've been making since August...for nothing.

So, now that I'm home alone and without a computer with which I could connect to the internet, I'm left with writing blog entries in notepad on the laptop Miguel left on the table.  We really should get that wireless router. 

Oh television, you ask?  Why don't I watch television.  Well, for your information, it happens to be windy outside tonight and since we're poaching channels from way over in Canada, we barely get any reception, let alone consistent reception on any particular channel.  I already got my fill of Canadian news and commercials for "Corner Gas", a horrible Canadian sitcom for the evening.  I did catch a few minutes of "Cheers", but with the zig zag of the picture and the snow covering the screen, I thought I'd be better off just remembering that episode from when I first watched it 15 years ago.

It is evident on this lonely evening, how far back in the dark ages we really are.  How can I be in the field of web design with such archaeic and problematic technologies at home?  What in the world am I to do? 

For now, I'll just keep staring at the blank screen like a blank canvas on the easel, and writing these blog entries, that tomorrow I can then post once I get to work. Yay for free time.