Daydream Believer

My computer now lives in my bedroom. I only sustained a few bruises while moving it in there, including a blackened pinky-toe which, thankfully, doesn't appear to be broken after having a desk dropped on it. Yowch.

Anyway, now it's near a live phone line once again, which so far does me not a lick of good, since for reasons beyond my ken, my modem is refusing to detect a dial tone. Everything is hooked up properly. The phone line itself is fine. Diagnostics on my modem say that everything there is okay, but nevertheless, I uninstalled and re-installed the driver anyway. Nothing is helping, and I have no idea what else to try. If I can ever figure this problem out, I'll have 'net access on my very own computer once again. If not, well, then I won't. Which is not the end of the world, but it is a pain in the rear. Of course, I had good reasons for getting rid of my internet in the first place. Maybe God is trying to tell me something.

The move wasn't completely in vain, at any rate. The view from my desk now is absolutely gorgeous, looking out my bedroom window, across the street and over the cliff beyond, where I can see countryside for miles and miles. And now I can shut Niblet out of the bedroom and work without a kitty tail hanging down in front of my screen. Plus of course there's the other main reason for moving it, to make room in the living area for Matt's massive computer desk. In that regard, at least, mission accomplished.

Sigh. Aside from fighting with my modem and updating my resume to e-mail to the temp agency, both of which I'm finished with for today, I'm taking it easy. Between moving all my crap around and repurposing and refinishing and packing and unpacking and blah blah blah organization-cakes, I'm dog tired. I have no energy to do anything even remotely physically demanding today. So now I'm going to go put my feet up, work on my knitting and glut myself on DIY and home decorating shows for the rest of the afternoon. My only objective for the rest of the week is to make my place presentable enough for the pigeons my li'l sis and her hubby, who are coming over Saturday night for Matt to practice his poker skills on. Poker is his new thing. He's trying his best to make it our new thing. Depending on how well (or how terrible) I do on Saturday, he might succeed.