Anxiously Hoping On Several Fronts…

Maybe my new video card will arrive today. My fingers are crossed and that would be the icing on the cake. It certainly is a needed distraction and gives me something to hope for. I will be overjoyed to see a UPS truck arrive at the house. The sound is unmistakable as the truck squeals to a stop and up comes the rear sliding door. Elation ensues as the UPS guy walks across the front yard to the front door. Maggie will be barking up a storm.

In other good news, Tracy might have a new job working at a local small animal clinic. I am awaiting a phone call any hour now telling me whether she got it or not. We’re both very excited as this is what she is going to school for. She won’t be a veterinary technician officially, but will be performing many of the same tasks. It will be great experience for her. She will have to give Mrs. Barbara two weeks notice, though – time for Mrs. Barbara to find someone to fill her position. She has worked at the Humane Society for 6 years so it is kind of a bittersweet ending. Mrs. Barbara agreed to give her a glowing recommendation to help move along the process.

I am feeling much, much better today. I almost feel my old self if it weren’t for a lot of chest and sinus congestion. I didn’t wake up until almost 11am, though. I stayed up late watching Pride and Prejudice on Georgia Public Broadcasting last night.  I believe that was a novel originally written by Jane Austen. Tracy would’ve liked to have viewed it as well.  

Skyrim Happenings…

A little street Urchin ran up to me in Skyrim this afternoon and asked for 5 gold coins for food.

“What happened to your parents?” I asked.

“Momma and Papa died and my aunt and uncle got the farm,” she said. “They cast me out to fend for myself saying I was too much trouble.” 

“I can adopt you if you would like that,” I then responded.

“Really?” the kid starting gushing thank yous.

I am now a cyber father of two former orphans in the game.

Living In the Land Down Under–Under My Covers…

Wow! Has it been five days since I wrote a blog post? I haven’t been this sick in years. I never catch colds or flus, but I think I caught a combination of the cold and the flu this time. I've had high fevers, chills, sore chest and arms, and my nose has ran like a leaky faucet. Dad has been under the weather as well catching it first and giving it to me. His wasn’t as virulent, though, thank goodness. Charlie has been trying to steer clear of us so he won’t get the crud even though Horsefly has been really sick as well. Dad and I both haven't seen him in a week until tonight. (I forgot that Charlie did indeed bring me breakfast this morning)

Tonight was our usual Sunday night KFC feeding. We all march ever onwards. I didn’t feel like eating anything, but got Charlie to bring me a chicken sandwich meal which Maggie ate sans dill pickles. It did Maggie’s heart good to see the dynamic duo tonight and she was really “talking” to them in earnest. I know Maggie has to have been wondering what’s wrong with me as I’ve been in the bed for days mainly lifelessly watching the television. It made me smile weakly when Maggie would whine and carry on when Tracy had pulled into the driveway all last week.

Miraculously, I went four days without a single cigarette and dad said I should’ve quit after all that. The mere thought of having one made me reel in disgust. Tracy colluded with my father about how we could stop me from starting back. Alas, I had a cigarette tonight and the room spun as the nicotine hit my long forlorn brain cells. It made me giddy with a certain drunkenness. My scalp even tingled.

Tracy, bless her dear most valued heart, has been by a dozen times this week bringing me medicine and food. I’d be six feet under if it weren’t for her. So far, she’s been lucky and hasn’t caught it. She brought me the best chicken noodle soup I believe I have ever eaten last week. She also made this hot, sweet spiced tea on the stove that was just delicious and so soothing to my mouth and throat.

I think I am on the mend. At least, I hope so. I am tired of laying in the bed for one thing. Tonight was the first night on the computer in many days and I played Skyrim for a few hours so I must be feeling better. I splurged and bought a home in the game for 5000 gold Septlms and adopted a child so I am a cyber father now. I can adopt one more if I can catch a little Urchin begging on the streets of Whiterun – the city I call home.

What a Fool I Am…

A friend notified me that a new patch was out for Skyrim Special Edition. A computer game we both play. I searched for the patch and found a program that would download and install the patch for me. It looked completely innocuous, but I should of known it would be too good to be true. I installed it and all the script and writing on my computer immediately turned to Russian Cyrillic rendering my computer useless. Then the nasty bestiality porn popups started. I quickly booted up with my rescue DVD and reimaged my drives and solved the problem. It really pays to back up your computer every week. I back up all my computers on Sunday nights at 7:00 PM. I lost a little bit of data, a weeks worth, but didn’t have to fall back to disastrous measures such as reinstalling Windows 10 from scratch and losing all my data.