Well, our wonderful Grayson, the guy who keeps this site online and functioning, got me back in after I forgot (lost??) the password.
God bless him!!
Geez. I must be Alzheimering out. The more I fool with computer hoo-hah, the more opaque it gets to me.
Even when I print out this kind of ditz and tape it to the computer monitor’s frame, I still cannot get reliably in to this website, that website, or the other.
{sigh} I’m awfully afraid this is part of memory loss associated with aging. As the days go by, I recall less and less. Eighty-seven gerjillion passwords? F’geddaboudit. Due dates for bills? Gimme a break. Who borrowed my laptop? I dunno.… Nothing is distracting me. I’m not sick. With no job, I’m never harried by work tasks, office politics, and general b.s. It looks alarmingly like the brain is simply wearing out.
Then we have mundane questions like…oh, say…what time is it?
- The computer says it’s 8:47 a.m.
- Clock on my desk: defunct. Can’t find it.
- Bedside clock in the other room: 10 minutes to 2:00 (huh???)
- Timer on the kitchen stove: 8:47
- Clock in the dining room: 8:55
- Best guess: HUH??????
Figure out that it’s quarter after 9:00. Reset clocks, changing battery in one of ’em.
Cute li’l clock…wonder where I got it? Oh well. If only it didn’t have to be reloaded with batteries and dorked with to show what is apparently the current time.
Seriously: I can NOT keep track of all this ditz, much less make sense of six conflicting blobs of data.
Please, dear God: next time you bring me back to this planet, would you drop me on a desert island? One with no clocks? No computers? Maybe even no other humans???
But coffee, Sire. Plenty of coffee. Pleeze…..