My computer is back

The computer guy took my computer away to fix it. It was gone for 48 hours and I felt as if someone had taken my eyeball somewhere for a while.

I realized what an incredible amount of time I waste on the computer, specifically Al Gore's little invention, the Internet. I check my bank account constantly, not that the account is going anywhere, or that any new events have occurred, like the Publisher's clearning House electronically transferring a million dollars to my account.

During that traumatic 48 hours, I washed the kitchen floor, put my laundry away, and cleaned my office. I even filed. I hung up all the clothes that someone had piled on the bed. I hated every minute of it.