The Need For Time Off
After getting up and fretting for an hour, I finally passed out on the bed again. Upon waking up two hours later, my “bites” were completely gone. This is strong evidence that they weren’t caused by the little wee bedbug beasties because I’ve still got some old bedbug bites from over a month ago that still feel like like bumps if you press on them. They also aren’t itching like mad—or even at all really. Allyson’s bites are doing the same thing. I’m going to nuke the bedroom with flea spray again tonight and continue to the weekly bed clothes washing. I think that I have far less cause to worry than I felt that I did at six in the morning.
I finally went this morning and turned in invoker to the fellows at Computer Kingdom (or “Komputer Kingdom” depending on which phone listing you look at). The tech has doubts that it’s the hard drive since I can access it just fine when booted from an external firewire drive. In any event, it’s under warranty. I could honestly care less about what the problem turns out to be since I’ve got the whole machine backed up onto an external firewire drive.
I can look forward to another busy day at work trying to get things done before vacation. In any event, once ten o’clock rolls around, I’m officially off duty for a week, and I’m disabling my work email so that I won’t be able to check it and trick myself into working from home. From that point, I care only about video games, knitting, sex, cooking, music, consumerism, and whatever else chooses to strike my fancy.