I seem to be waking up early again, like at 4:30, and lying there awake thinking about all the things I have to do. Then I fall back asleep, only so be so deeply asleep at 6:30 when the alarm goes off that I reach out and hit the snooze button without even realizing it, and do that several times until I finally surface about 7:15 and realize I have to get up if I want to make it to work on time.
Yesterday morning I really didn't want to wake up; then I got to work and my computer wouldn't wake up.
Macs outnumber PCs at my office; four of us are on Macs (me, Cello, Kurt and Dave) and John and Dan are on PC's. And Eugene, but he's offsite currently. But anyway, Cello is the Mac hardware go-to guy, and fortunately he was there yesterday. We spent most of the day working on it -- getting it to come back on, then reinstalling the OS, then frantically backing stuff up in preparation for the next time it won't start up. He thinks the hard drive is going out. Hopefully it won't go out before we get a new one.
Other than that excitement, things are pretty quiet. Bob went to the lake last weekend, so I spent most of the weekend cleaning and doing laundry. I cleaned out my bookcase in the front room and hauled a couple of boxes of books to the basement, and I even started alphabetizing the CDs in the living room, but my legs started hurting from sitting on the floor so long, so I abandoned that somewhere in the "B's."
I tend to go on cleaning sprees when Bob's out of town. I think it's a combination of things. One, it's partially boredom, I guess. And secondly, I don't want him to think I just lazed around all the time he was gone, I want there to be some concrete evidence that I actually did something, although I'm not really sure why. It's not as if he criticizes me for not doing anything. It's probably just mostly a way to fill the time with something productive. And it's always fun to annoy the cats with the vacuum cleaner.