Volume two: the undertaking

My funk , or rather my tirade like a two-year-old was a monumental achievement. The cherry on top of the shitpile of my evening. My better half usually reminds me it’s not very sexy when I act like a toddler, but tonight the look said it all; I’m forecasting a dry week

My intentions were noble, post the c-list add for those semi valuable items that someone may want for their loved one for Xmas, and bring cash into my budget for my would be giftees.

But I slipped into a technological black hole of senility and couldn’t manage the simple transfer of pictures from my phone to the laptop to the damn website, at the optimum size. Now mind you, this has been done in my sleep hundreds of times. But not tonight

What drives a person to the brink of insanity over such an innocuous situation? Why does my brain insist that the only logical course of action is to put my laptop out of its misery by taking it for a swim? These questions haunt me on occasion

Well the flood of endorphins has begun to subside, which may allow sleep to overcome the “I’m so tired I can’t go to sleep” syndrome. At least I hope so. Tomorrow it’s back for more training ( and for once I am really enjoying it) so I’d like to be awake

I will spew forth more thought gunk soon
PS wish I hadn’t upgraded ios, losing jailbreak; don’t autocorrect my ass unless I ask for it – dammit!