You don’t want to know…

and neither do I. Aargh. Trying to do the upgrade on my work computer crashed it, so now I have to take it into the computer shop anyway. Let’s hope he’s feeling gracious in the morning… I took our old laptop to work to write today. That was almost more annoying than not writing. It’s a beater; the thing belongs in a dumpster. One of the hinges is broken, so it can’t support the screen/lid. Propped that up with a pile of books. There’s a dark fade spot in the middle of the screen. Annoying. And it has a little *visual echo* thingie going that nearly made my eyes go buggy. Most of the time that I typed today, I did so with my eyes closed. I just couldn’t stand looking at the screen.

Yes, I got some words. Not as many as I needed, but under the circumstances, I found 900 words to be totally acceptable.

A very busy weekend, as all weekends tend to be down home on the farm. Flowerbed weeding and lawn mowing took my the lion’s share of my time. I have inherited too many flowerbeds, and they are too large. I’ve been trying to cut them back the past couple years, but that’s a big job, too. I like looking at pretty flowers as much as the next gal, but I’m not so into the work of keeping them pretty. We let the bull out with *his ladies* on Saturday to begin working on next year’s crop of calves. We need to be ultra-cautious out there now when feeding, as he is rather…exuberant.