You Could've Let Us Down Gently...

What we could have had...

I looked at the clock above my bed and it read 4 pm.

"I've got to stop doing this!" I said to myself scoldingly. "Regular people don't sleep to 4 pm every day."

Unless you are my mother and it is the norm. At least, I am getting twelve hours of peaceful and much-needed sleep every day. I think it helps me mentally. The Magster just loves and adores this schedule we are on.

The first thing I did upon waking was to call mom to see what Helen cooked this afternoon.

"Helen didn't cook today," mom sleepily said. "She called in and said she was sick."

I had awoken The Secretary and she sounded perturbed. I was so looking forward to Helen's meals this weekend.

"Your daddy's going to cook supper tonight," mom continued. "He will bring you a plate when he comes with your medications."

Maggie and I were going to have breakfast for supper before my mom said that.

I had to do a little coercing to get my mother to put out my drinks. She didn't want to leave the bed. Dad was in his bedroom taking a nap as well.

You Know? You Could Have Read the Manual...

But the manual to that Z97 deluxe motherboard is thick as a book! I figured out my computer ram problem. There is a tiny dip switch on my motherboard that you can set to "extreme memory profile" and a green LED will light up.  It was switched to on causing my ram to be highly overclocked and unresponsive. I turned it off and everyone is playing nice now. Long live the "ghetto" computer! It really is a mongrel and Mötley Crüe of parts.