A stupid day

A kinda stupid afternoon on the Mac yesterday. After writing my brief entry I did get a batch of granola made. So that’s one thing accomplished. Then I came back to the computer to check my emails and discovered that the boy genius (he’s actually 57) who’s been downloading the DVDs of our one-act plays and posting them on YouTube had finished another one. (Not one with me this time.) So I wrote some text to go with it and loaded that and the link on our website and Facebook page. Oh, wait a minute, that’s two things accomplished yesterday. I feel better already.

After that and for no good reason I can imagine I decided to have – for the first time in months – a game of spider solitaire. Just one, of course. Oh, ha, bloody ha. Sat here and played it for at least three hours. The game plays really well on the Mac, unlike the slow as molasses Toshiba. Wish I could say this was something in the Mac’s favour, but it ain’t. Now I have to fight off the onset of another case of singularis aranea proclivitas. Sigh.

Had the rest of the lobster bisque for dinner after I’d finally stopped playing stupid fucking spider solitaire, then settled down to watch some television. Trevor Noah’s interview with Andrew Cuomo was a nice surprise. (No surprise that a lot of Democrats wish Cuomo was the presidential candidate this year.) Then I watched the news, which for the first time in a long time wasn’t all coronavirus all the time. (Sadly, this switch from Covid-19 only news was the result of a terrible mass shooting in Nova Scotia.)

After the news I should have just gone to bed with my book. Did I do that? No, I did not. Instead, once again for no good reason, I found myself wondering if CTV had decided to make access to Picard free on demand. And they had! So I sat up until six in the morning and watched the whole thing. Why, why, why? I don’t know.

So, two good things done and two stupid things (one of which lasted all bloody night). Do they balance out? Hardly. It’s 1:30 in the afternoon and I’ve only been out of bed for half an hour.

Okay, let’s just call it an aberration. We’re all entitled to a wasted day occasionally, aren’t we? Or aren’t we?