I missed 9/9/09!

Well, of course I didn't miss the actual day, but I missed blogging on it, which seems like a shame. But I was babysitting my friend's twins last night (so cute), and by the time I got home, I was just too tired.

By the way, I also missed wishing an on-the-day happy birthday to my brother, who is so very cool. Hope you had a good day! The box should have arrived today! Only a leetle late.

I've been draggy all day. I even bypassed the light, flavored coffee I usually use to make my hot chocolate in the morning at work, and went for the deep, dark one. I had to put in three little creamers and a sugar to bring it to my level ... but it woke me up! Short term. I had another in the afternoon. And here I am, eyes drooping again. Blog, dinner, bed.

Cat Story
Yesterday morning when the alarm went off, I found Harold sleeping down by my feet, so I reached down to pet him. Miri jumped on the bed to see what was up, and I petted her for a minute before dozing off again (the snooze button and I are likethis). When the alarm went off again, I leaned over and kissed Miri's fur, which earned me a puzzled look from her, but no fleeing. Harold, however, wasn't having any of that, and he came and stood between her and me. The message was clear: no, not her, all your affection is for me. Silly boy.

Scary Story
The close call I had on the way to work yesterday really upset me. I was pissed when the car cut me off--no, just because I'm letting one car merge in does not mean I was letting two go--but that moving-and-then-dead-stop right in front of me was, well, questionable. Because when I STOOD on the brake, I stopped, at most, one inch from his/her bumper. Pure luck that there was no collision. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to cry or throw up. Lovely Boston drivers!

Despite the sleepy, today was better than that. I called Canon and ordered my new-to-me camera, which will arrive Tuesday (I could have had it Monday for another $10, but hey, what's one more day). I made a doctor's appointment, for the soreness in my right thumb and wrist, and made appointments to meet a couple of new petsitters, since mine is taking this fall off (she had a baby). And, I got a two-and-a-half-year-old monkey off my back.

In May of 2007, I got a new computer. Remember? And while I didn't exactly want to keep the old one hanging around*, I hadn't backed up my files**, particularly the photos, and I couldn't find a way to move them that worked between Windows 95 and Vista. I tried a couple of things, periodically, and mostly just was irritated at it (which, stunningly, failed to accomplish anything).

*No one who knows me is surprised that it's been sitting that long, though.
**Bad girl! Be smarter than that!

Recently, though, I learned that one of the IT guys at work will handle such things for a reasonable fee. Today I handed him the tower, what I like to call the computer part of the computer (you know, not the monitor, keyboard, speakers, printer ... the computer), and shortly thereafter he handed me a thumb drive. Like this:

Yeah, 2GB. And it wasn't full. But all my pictures! And documents, too, but it's the pictures I'm most excited about. Pictures of my dad, of Pan, of the condo before I moved in and after, of the trip to Hawaii in 2006 (I have all those on CD, too ... somewhere ... ahem). Pictures!


Mahalo, IT dude!