I have been dreaming of a state of total mental and especially physical relaxation. Where my muscles are molten and limp. I want to be so relaxed, I experience that shudder of absolute contentment. Because I am so far from that right now, it’s almost cruel to imagine the possibility.
The surprise thumps and pokes in my belly are like someone perpetually coming up and tapping me on the shoulder. Except internally. I’m being tapped on my spleen and my lungs and whatever else that just was.
Add the constant testing of a 7 year old little boy whose pent up winter indoor energy could power Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and I find I have to intentionally, and perpetually, lower my shoulders. My massage from two weeks ago wore off. I think I may need them daily now.
This morning, I got cocky and thought I’d figured my way around a computer snafu. And before I knew it, I’d downloaded a “fix” that didn’t work. And a new toolbar that hijacked my home page. My multiple attempts at deleting add-ons resulted in the loss of my original toolbars. I couldn’t stop touching it and my hole became deep.
I had suddenly fallen from technical genius to idiot in the matter of an hour. I turned the computer off as tears rolled down my cheeks and went to clean my dirty kitchen. I had wasted my morning. And the perpetual morning sickness spell was making things worse.
But as I loaded the dishwasher, I remembered that computers had ‘restore to an earlier date’ options. And so I went back into the dang computer and committed to a restore from yesterday. And that did the trick.
I briefly wished that, as humans, we could reset ourselves to an earlier mode too. You know, the younger stupider version of us we always wish for. But then I was proud I’d resolved the issue myself and not succumbed to my previous mode of despair and helplessness. Alls well that ends well.
And when you press the Alt button, stuff you need magically appears at the top of the screen. Cool.