This felt like one of those days when anything that could go wrong would end up even worse than I thought. For sure, it started out that way. I had to do a Restart Repair on the computer this morning. Fortunately, it worked. Otherwise I would have stayed all day in the panicky, agitated mood I was in while waiting for the program to run. Iím much better at letting things fix themselves than I am at plunging in to do it.
Itís a good thing, I suppose, that I worked until after midnight last night, doing what I expected to spend the whole weekend working on. At first this morning, without a computer, I thought I wouldnít be able to work. Then after wrestling with the machine, I lost all interest in doing anything but sitting and reading, an activity Iíve had precious little time for this week. So thatís what I did most of the day, and it was a good way not to get into any further trouble.
By this afternoon I was brave enough to do some cooking. We are having a meaty Mothersí Day feast tomorrow, and I offered to bring a bean salad. This is a new recipe, so thereís always the potential for disastrous wasting of beans, but itís also a simple one, reducing the risk by five or six levels on the Disaster Potential scale. (That scale exists only in my head. Thatís as close to an explanation as youíre going to get.)