I am requesting unanimous consent to move the calendar back to, I dunno, sometime on Saturday, at which point I'd like to reset the world.
I started this post last night, but was unable to finish it for reasons that will become clear later on. Yesterday was not a great day by any standard. It started off with a frustrating commute, got worse when one of my faculty members got up on his high horse because he misunderstood some information he wasn't even supposed to have, and continued downhill from there.
On the way home, fighting through another frustrating commute, I learned that Lois Maxwell, who was the actress who first played Moneypenny through 14 James Bond flicks, died over the weekend. I came home to find that the power had been off (not an uncommon occurrence where I live, but not usually a catastrophic situation). My TiVo was, I thought, resetting itself and would settle down in a few moments and let me unwind with an episode of Jeopardy! or something else from my saved selections.
That didn't happen. My TiVo was still trying to reset itself when I finally unplugged it at around 8:30 last night. When I plugged it back in this morning, same result. Chances are good that I'm going to have to get a new one.
But that was just the start of the electronic nightmare. As I was typing out this post last night, preparatory to venting a bit, surfing a bit, and then buckling down to work, the keyboard locked up on my laptop. So I restarted the machine...only to get a particularly nasty Blue Screen of Death, informing me that I'd suffered a registry file failure. I couldn't even get it to reboot in safe mode--it started the process, but eventually took me back to the same dire warning.
I was planning to get another laptop next month when our retroactive raises should arrive in our paychecks. I wasn't planning to have to do it on the fly, and neither was I planning on having to hope I might be able to resurrect all of my personal files, to say nothing of my research notes, documents, photos, etc. Prayers, good thoughts, well-wishes, and cash donations all gladly accepted!
Now, dear readers, if you'll excuse me, I want to go crawl back into bed, pull the covers over my head, and pretend that yesterday never happened.