personal blather

My husband expedited the purchase of my newish computer, so we would have Internet access in the hospital. So of course when I got home, my old computer was pissed and immediately up and died on me. They talk to each other. Even before there were networks, they talked to each other. I'm living in "Press Enter" by John Varley.

New computer is AWESOME. Take that, old computer!

A friend has named my son's Halloween costume, by the way: he was Roy Scheider from "All that Jazz." We should have given him a cigarette to hold.

Except for a truly horrible antibiotic-that-tastes-like-rotten-milk-incident, my son is doing fine. He wants to go to the park today and pick up litter and tell people to clean up their dog poop.