Tangles

How many ways can you lose an entire half day? #76: Spend most of the morning in a tangle of trying to find a new power adapter for your macbook. A non-universal adapter in a city very short on apple resellers. Where the one apple store is closed for renos. In a country where apple won't ship you something to a US address if you have a Canadian credit card. (And won't leave it in your mailbox without a sig in ANY case, and even when you use your boyfriend's credit card, tell you can have that power adapter round about September 10th. Or 14th).

So you use your very sweet and flexible boyfriend's power adapter, causing him to use his lumpy old powerbook. And you spend an hour on the phone with your friend who just lost her very beloved dog. And then you spend another 45 minutes on a call with a colleague talking about a client until you say "FUCK! there it IS!" when you spot your power cord nestled with your underwear. Thus outing yourself as unpacking while talking about client work.

I am not too grounded in one place these days, that's for sure. Let's recap. Hurl passport on ground in Niagara Falls 5 days before trip to UK. Open new bottle of wine while two perfectly good bottles of wine are already open. Whack doorframe with new nightstand. Add water. Repeat with variations.

At least I didn't cause the algae and frog plague in the pool.