Eleven O'clock in the Morning

It's 11:42 a.m. I'm awake after sleeping fifteen hours straight. I've been up about half an hour; fed ALex; let the furball out on the deck to bask in the warmth of the sun.

I've taken my morning meds (lots of 'em these days) with a large glass of organe juice. I've checked the voice mail on my phone: the only message was from a medical laboratory that Dr. Mike asked to come by to draw blood from me for testing. The lab wanted me to call back with the best time today "before eleven" for someone to drop by. Sorry, but it's well after 11:00 and when I called back the lab was closed.

I checked my morning snail mail: another couple of things I must add to my "to do" list. Thankfully, neither are urgent.

I sit at my desk, gazing at the computer. What do I do next? All of the frustrations of my attempts from yesterday flash through my mind:

• Alex's blog: Several unwanted posts (none made by me) are on it, including one that automatically takes one to another website that my computer tells me is a dangerous site. The last thing I did yesterday was ask Blogger's help. I was told that I would receive an email with instructions; as of this morning this morning it has not arrived.
• No audio: I discovered that my computer does not recognize its audio drivers, although the computer also tells me that they are installed and functioing OK.
• Programs: There are numerous programs that I need to reinstall, including Microsoft Office, for which I do not have the passwords. Yesterday I spent several hours attempting to obtain passwords. I had no success.

So I sit looking at my computer trying to decide what problem to tackle next. I end up writing this post.

Now I think I shall walk away from my desk and join Alex in basking in the warm sunshine outside. I'll get all that I can do to restore the computer done eventually, but now I am too burned-out on it to work on it.