Trying, anyway. After a weekend spent wrestling with Tamahome here (for the uninitiated, that’s my computer) I’m almost back where I started. Meaning I’ve almost got things set where I don’t want to scream at the blasted thing every few minutes, I’ve nearly got my files put where I know where things are, and I’m almost ready to start on my weekend stuff.
Only it’s almost eleven on Sunday night. Damn it. I got ONE load of laundry done. I got one meal in the crockpot, and it isn’t done yet. I got Hope’s dresser moved, but she’s still sleeping in the living room, her bed is still buried.
It took me half a flipping hour of frustration and swearing to get Tamahome to acknowledge that not only do I have a printer, it is connected, and that CD in his drive was the installation software.
Grrr.