Can I Get An Amen?

Yesterday was dreadful.  Lots of computer glitches and the cursing level got amped up higher than it has ever been before.  Comcast is damned to the fiery depths for ever and ever as far as I'm concerned.  I firmly believe gerbil power would be faster and more reliable.  When the phone bitch told me I'd have to pay for a service call I decided to, against my usual inclination, participate in their "Customer Satisfaction Survey" followup call.  I hope their lines are still sizzling

Yesterday I had to complete a ginormous online test.  100 questions doesn't sound like all that much, but the range of topics covered NINE chapters, several videos, and scads of extra readings.  I was totally spent and screaming after about forty five minutes. The clock was ticking down and I was feeling stupider and stupider.  That was about when my laptop started making those terrifiying "thwomp" noises that let you know something dreadful is going to happen.  I saved everything and tried to keep breathing.  Lived.  Finished up with 91, and so I didn't kill myself.

Darling Recently A Bride Daughter came by after work to help with the laundry.  Hah!  That's really a euphemism for DO THE LAUNDRY ALL BY HERSELF.  I am more grateful than I will ever be able to convey for this generosity. (And the credit also goes to Darling Eldest Daughter who came up with the idea.  My blessed girls!)  Talking with her for even a little while helped me feel vaguely human.  Pain makes me feel like a cross between Quasimodo and Seth Brundle.  Not nice.  Not pretty.  And definitely not human.  The "I Am A Freak" factor flew really high yesterday.  She distracted me from the pain and that, too, was a great gift.

Later that night I tried to watch the online stream of the one radio program I watch.  What a weird concept.  Watching radio online.  Still lots of computer glitches.  More screaming and cursing.  I made a request. The last time I did that I was a college sophomore and I called in and asked for Hot Tuna's "The Water Song".  Which I still love by the way.  This time:  "You Cannot Kill David Arquette"  Thanks to the Professor for playing it so quickly.  Another great distraction.

So yesterday really sucked big time.  Lots of pain, anguish, and self-pity.  But I did not have a nervous breakdown.  Some good people helped pull me back from the edge one more time.

So:  Can I get an Amen?    Thank you!