MRI went fine.

Woot!

Also a big Woo! for Scrappy's boss! And rainy day naps!

Today is still being Monday like. THREE of my practices had my software go down within an hour of each other. Except for all being in Boca Raton they had nothing in common. Different versions, different methods of access. Very odd. Virus warnings was the big clue. The 3 locations all had the same IT guy who had installed virus software that suddenly decided my software .exe was a virus. Only mine. Nothing else, so far as I know. So after about 20 minutes of pure panic, all was well again. I even called DH home from basketball practice. Grateful that I am a generally non panicky person, but that was not fun. eta: except for one machine all the others just deleted the exe and didn't even flash a warning.

I think 63 is way overdue for a mid-life crisis. Going to make a plan for that.... it will not involve tiny hot Korean pop stars.

Oh, good luck with both of those, Amy!

Cool! Keeping bringing on the good stuff universe!

virus software that suddenly decided my software .exe was a virus

Panda AntiVirus regularly decides that a primary library file of our software is a virus and will delete it. We'd replace the file, the program would open, but once the program closed the AV would delete the file. Fun.

The podcast app on my phone is refusing to open. So frustrating.

Good going, Amy.

Really, I want the same thing I've wanted since I was about 6: Leave me alone and let me be.

My mom used to tell people about how when I was five or six my stated ambition was to be a toll booth attendant, on the theory that you would get to pretty much sit there in the booth and read all day.

Okay how come it seems perfectly reasonable to me to plan a vacation around seeing a play in London, but when Allen Leech (who I lurve) is doing a play in L.A., even contemplating going seems insane?

I mean, the answer to both those questions is I really need to be spending that money on new windows for my house, so maybe I still am in the midst of a mid-life crisis.

My mom used to tell people about how when I was five or six my stated ambition was to be a toll booth attendant, on the theory that you would get to pretty much sit there in the booth and read all day.

I used to think the same thing! Parking attendant, bathroom attendant (although they don't really have those so much anymore), anything where you just had to sit and wait for customers meant reading!

I still think that's an appealing job, except for potentially having to deal with road rage-y drivers.

Being a Park Aide on Mt Diablo was pretty close to toll booth attendant, come to think of it. The days I was working at an entrance, anyway. I don't remember reading a lot, but I'm not sure that means anything.

Turns out the reason the anesthesiologist didn't call is because they had the wrong phone number, courtesy of the paperwork my doctor's office sent over. This was an inauspicious beginning, followed up by my going to the place in the hospital that said "Radiology", and then finding out that no, I had to register at the front desk, and then probably go somewhere else.

Anyway, we were stressed and grumpy for a bit, but it was all eventually fine. Anesthesiologist was good, answered all of our questions, MRI tech got excited that Mike was reading Miss Marvel, and so on.

I am only moderately sleepy, but I think it's enough that husband needs to drive me to rehearsal.

Yeah, not driving seems wise. Glad for eventual fineness!