That’s all there is to it.

I’m not posting today. I didn’t post yesterday and I may not post tomorrow.

You see, the day before yesterday I began working on an old Dell Inspiron 1300 laptop. An underpowered laptop that was known to be plagued with problems once old age set in (about 3 years by what I read). And the morning of the day I was going to start work on it my brain simply refused to get out of bed.

And it’s still there.

Apparently it wanted nothing whatsoever to to with that “old piece of sh…” Well, let’s just say it wanted nothing to do with it.

Now I have to admit that I’m finding it rather difficult to write up a post on any subject at all these days even when my brain is ensconced within my head where it belongs but attempting to write while my recalcitrant brain still remains stubbornly in bed is downright impossible.

So I’m not going to post today.

I just wanted to let you know.

Edit: I was not going to post about an hour or so ago but then I found out my server had gone into cardiac arrest. I notified my host who notified the technicians who notified the advanced technicians who finally notified the Admin who brought in a portable defibrillator and (Clear!) solved the problem.

So now it’s taken me a lot longer than I planned to not post.

I’m going to bed now. This not posting is wearing on a body.

Nearly two years now since my disabilities forced me from the working class and you’d think I’ve become used to used to this new “life in the slow lane”—but I’m not. Sure, the effects of these disabilities, especially the one which recently required surgery, kept me down and out but it didn’t stop me from getting frustrated with the whole mess.

Now it’s down to taking the time to get back on my feet from the surgery itself. Once I do that I’ll have to bounce going back to work against progressive deafness and the increasing chronic pain due to a back injury (limits me to light labor only). This would be no problem if I was say about 230 miles farther south than I am since work opportunities there for my type of folks are much more plentiful shall we say than up here near the border of Canada even in this day and age. But up here I am and up here I stay so I’ll just have to deal with it when the time comes (there is plenty of advantages in living up here though, both present and future, aside from lack of employment opportunities).

The problem with combination of living here and the idea of possible employment is that this town has one of the highest unemployment rate in the state of Vermont (17.8%). The other problem is the majority jobs that are available often require heavy labor which leaves me right out of the picture. The other types of jobs require a CDL which I can’t get, being an adult supervisor to troubled kids/impaired adults with behavioral problems (uh…no thanks) or being a certified nurse (nope). I also don’t have a teacher’s certification and that about wraps it up for available jobs around here.

I’m not really belly aching about this as I still have a ways to go before I can even begin to consider working again but once in awhile I just have to get things of this nature off my chest and that’s what this blog’s all about.

In the meantime, I just wish it would stop raining long enough to let me finish mowing the lawn.

Thanks!

Update: Well…the wrinkles are still there but it’s not worse so I guess that’s something. The problem is that the comment box over extends itself to the right as I see it, maybe not for others?

Even more to the point, why did it take forever to navigate from one page to another? It was as basic looking as my old theme and the author bragged about “super clean code” with no Java script yet the thing slogged along like it was dosed up on Quaaludes. After working my way through various theme files and finding nothing I could put my finger on I gave it up for a loss and went back to old reliable. Hell, I probably would have done so anyway even if the other theme had worked out. I happen like my current theme…it’s comfortable. And when you’re in my condition being comfortable is very important indeed.

I just can’t help dinking once in awhile.

It’s hell being an old incurable geek.

Onward…