Urgh

My throat is scratchy, my head is a little detached, and I don't want to go outside. Ever again, actually. I think maybe I'll cry off the theatre tonight. It's the wrong side of the river and getting there would involve Effort, which looks - well, kinda mountainous from here.

Also, I have spoken to my computer men, who still haven't managed to source the needful part to fix the desktop. Am now seriously thinking of replacement. If anyone has recommendations, I'd be interested (perhaps not Dell, in the circs: which is a shame, as I've been a loyal and happy customer thus far, but this machine is less than three years old and apparently they no longer make the proprietary part that would keep it running). It mostly needs to do - well, you know what I do. Word-processing and internet, largely. Photos of cats. I don't watch movies on my computer, nor listen to music. My needs are few, though I do like them to be met promptly; slow machines drive me crazy. (Which was one reason why I shifted from Windoze to Linux, tho' that's an old story often told...) (Also, I remember when a 386 seemed mindbogglingly fast. Hee...)

Feebleton surrenders

Okay, I give up. I have cancelled the theatre; I have made myself a hot toddy; I have taken something hot and comforting out of the freezer (I thought it was a curry, but it looks more like chilli as it defrosts, so I have taken the precaution of tossing in half a dozen more red chillies just to be sure). Now I am going to sip toddy and read book in front of a roaring (gas) fire. With or without cats, as they choose. (Barry is currently sitting on a very small piece of polystyrene packaging, because it came out of a box and is therefore clearly in need of sitting on. I think?)