What happened instead of me getting back on the same day is the usual ‘fall-down’ where I got back from my little jaunt in high spirits but with my ME-generated infirmities taking me down down down.
Seems like I got up too early, walked too far, stood around too long, and saved my bones from an awkward fall backward with a sturdy four year old in my arms.
I played horses, explorers, and clambered over a few bits of kindergarten playground equipment merely to prove to myself that I still could. Had fun.
You get the idea. I was flat as a tin lizard all weekend, able only to veg, read, and think about everything else.
I wanted to use a different image, which is stored on my laptop, and I am one-fingeredly typing this on my mobile. The twain meet only in one direction IE the mobile sends stuff to the laptop, never the other way round.
I know. I know. There’s the cloud! Never mind the cloud, it’ll just rain on my parade. The rain of passwords, pins, usernames, you name it, that I don’t have glued to my fingertips.
I steer up over under and around the cloud. There are more than ‘enty-soben’ steps between me and you and the cloud, and plus cooling complexes use too much energy.
Cheers all
Rita de Heer 