I’m dog tired. As in pooped, beat, tuckered out.
And also vexed.
I’m closing my eyes and trying to imagine a comforting scene – the Riviera (and yours truly lounging by a pool under an azure sky, in view of the sea), strolling my favorite neighborhood in Paris (where a bad mood is simply interdit), or maybe curled up in bed with a cuddly canine softly sighing at my feet.
Sounds good to me…
Except – no pool, no Paris, no pooch.
Care to know what’s pushed me over the edge? Today, that is?
I’ve been dealing with this. A picture’s worth a thousand words, right?
As for the reason?
Very. Slow. Internet.
Also known as impetus for wanting to fetch a hammer, and take out all frustrations via pointless, irreparable, costly acts of aggression against a defenseless machine.
Surrendering to the Great Gods of ISP Intrigue, I am persisting with this particularly petulant plainte, while simultaneously channeling a less vile vision of myself in which my hands are wrapped around a cup of hot water with lemon.
Ah, the very thought of it is calming.
And the water option is an attempt to undo the egregious excess of coffee consumption lo these past three days, resulting in the following conceptual reality.
Not a good look.
Well, the red mug is nice.
As is often the case, one’s work – or pleasure – is not necessarily the cause of fatigue or stress. It’s those persnickety little details, the oddities that pop up out of nowhere that we cannot predict, reminding us even as we sweat the small stuff that we shouldn’t.
Still, we’re finding ourselves dog tired from the accumulation of aforementioned uncontrollable “stuff.”
On that splendidly mundane philosophical note, I will console myself with the fact that Summer is upon us, it’s the weekend, the sun is shining, and perhaps the yellow of a lemon slice will put me in the mood to head out of doors and bask in the brightness of the afternoon.
Right. The afternoon. Can I still refer to this as a “morning musing” since when I began it actually was the morning?
Hélas. That ship has sailed. However, not one to be defeated by the dastardly deeds of my service provider and loathe to give in to technology tantrums (despite myself), perhaps I’ll skip the hot water, go for something more chill, and opt for a Lemon Drop Martini while pondering beach umbrellas and a glorious view.
I suppose that if I’m dog tired, I could try a little cat nap.
Same rejuvenating, replenishing, restorative effect, no?
Love the red mug photo…. I laughed so hard that water came out of my nose. Fab. Now my keyboard is shot.
It sucks when the tools don’t work as you want them too. And you’ve probably got tons of things to upload! I hate that!
OH EM GEE, DejaVow. You made me spit up my… well, not a Lemon Drop. Not yet. And if I told you how long it’s taking to do the s.i.m.p.l.e.s.t little things on my fave social media platforms… wait, maybe I should go put on my platforms? Well, let’s just say, Heinz Ketchup and its a-n-t-i-c-i-p-a-t-i-o-n has nothing on my page loads today.
Martinis all round???
(Sorry about your keyboard.)
Lemon Drops all around! Obviously we’re drinking the wrong things.
Chin up….Mad Men tomorrow night. Season Finale. I want to wrap my legs around my TV every time I see Roger.
More a-n-t-c-i-p-a-t-i-o-n. Great. Now I’m singing the ad lyrics. Thanks for that!
Ha! (Dammit.)
Now I’m singing those lyrics in my head, too! (Paying attention, Chief Copywriter Peggy Olsen? A good jingle never loses its charm.)
Yes! Mad Men Finale tomorrow night… (Dirty Martinis for that.)
It’s evening now as I read your morning rant – you on the East Coast – me on the West – so it’s only dusk here but probably, currently, nighttime where you reside. Super Moon tonight. So, perhaps a seat outdoors gazing at that moon with a lemon drop martini in hand may make for a big picture perspective? Or a stroll sans any caffeine? Red shoes instead of a red coffee cup?
I HATE when my computer acts up and had to smile in recognition of myself at your pic of the enraged woman and her laptop. And I can smile only because mine has been behaving. Have I jinxed myself for admitting that??
Slow internet service is the worst! It used to happen pretty frequently with my old ISP in the evenings when I just needed to get things done and go to bed. It’s so much harder when you’re tired because the frustration level is so high. The last thing I wanted to do was call the ISP, wait on hold, have them tell me to reboot everything (which I had already done), transfer me to a higher level of support, and have them tell me they would send someone out in the next few days. I ended up switching ISPs, but I still occasionally have problems with the new one.
I hope your internet speed is back to normal soon!
I’m sorry to hear about your laptop. I know you have mentioned it has seen better days. And an ISP that is adding to the frustration! And some sites have so much going on that it does seem to take forever for them to load! That sometimes makes my display driver crash. My display driver crashes almost every day. Really, I am afraid of the day it doesn’t recover. I think it is time to export everything to an external hard drive.
Your frustration is perfectly expressed in the images you chose! I laughed.
The New Yorker RSS feed had an article about Mad Men’s actors in the advertisements during the show if you want to check it out.
Hopefully, things are going better today!
Yes, better, thanks Robin! (And going to check out that article.) Mad Men Finale tonight!
I know I am coming late to this conversation, but I hope your internet connection is back to speed. It is frustrating when what we rely on the most slows down or stops working.