Aaargh!

A thunderstorm and a power outage do not really constitute the ideal moment to discover that the autosave feature Does. Not. Work.

It probably is a traditional moment to discover such a thing, but not ideal. No.

Happily (O, happy me!) I only lost a page of work, and I have more or less recreated it, but even so. If there's one thing I depend upon, one comfort in my sorry life, it is autosave. Every two minutes, thank you. But apparently not, in this iteration. 'Scuse me, while I send an e-mail...

Also, snarl!

I am sick to death of picking stuff up, only for the cats to knock it down again. I actually can't keep everything on the floor; there just isn't enough floorspace, y'know? Besides my no longer being agile enough to pick my way between it all.

Given that I am not allowed to get rid of cats, I suppose I'll just have to get rid of stuff. Lead that minimalist lifestyle that always looks so clean and attractive in magazines and other people's houses. Urrggh...