You know how it is. Change one thing and you end up having to rearrange everything. You shift this thing to accommodate that new thing, and that messes up this other thing . . .
As I mentioned, the new computer is bigger than the old computer, so you have to shift the cable modem to the floor and switch out the plug strip for the battery backup thingie, and because the new computer is bigger, the left-hand screen has to be pushed forward to accommodate it, which cuts into the space where my plate goes when I’m dining at the ‘puter. And if I could find two pieces of something that were both 3/4 of an inch tall, I could put them under the computer to raise it up high enough that I could slide the base of the left-hand screen back underneath it .
And then there’s the earbuds. I like to listen to Rhapsody or else use Winamp to listen to one of my internet radio stations while I’m at the computer. The audio jack on the old computer was at the base of the tower. The audio jack on the new one is near the top, which means the cord of the ear buds I was using with the old computer is now too short. I’m pretty sure I’ve got a pair with a longer cord here somewhere. But the ones I’m using are by Skullcandy and they’re good. Grumble.
The apartment maintenance man fixed my garbage disposal, and what’s more, he gave me one of those Allen wrench thingies that comes with it that you use to fix the blade when it gets bound down, which is what the problem was.
I’m concerned about the fat (cat) boy. He seems to have a cold. He periodically gets these sneezing fits. I’m applying a judicious amount of tincture of time* to see what happens. It’s cheaper than hauling him over to the vet’s and having them tell me to do what I’m already doing, and a whole lot less traumatic.
Since I brought him home as a kitten (see left) almost 9 years ago, he has lost Jett — he was less than two when that happened — and then in April he lost the white cat, and then in May, he lost the grey cat and he became an only cat. Then in July, I took him to a strange place and left him there for four days. And then in October, I took him back to that place and left him there for six days.
He’s a cat. He has no way of knowing if I’m going to go off and leave him forever like his companion cats did. (And I have no way to tell him that’s not going to happen if I have any say in the matter.) When I put him in the crate and take him to the car, he has no way of knowing what’s going to happen next, whether he’s about to be left somewhere for a long lonely time. Yesterday I was gone from 10 o’clock in the morning to past 7 o’clock at night, and he was here by himself. Understandably he’s gotten rather clingy and has separation anxiety. Poor little guy. If he’s just got a cold, those are self-limiting and he’ll get over it, but if he doesn’t get better in the next couple of days, we may be going to the vet.
It’s supposed to get cold again over the weekend, down into the 40’s F (4’s C) with nighttime temperatures down into the low 20’s F (-5 C). Sigh.
*medical term for watchfully waiting to see if something will resolve on its own without the need for treatment.