This morning, I lay in bed thinking a while before I finally got up. I usually do.
It's sort of amazing. After a lifetime of sometimes making myself sick about what others think, I'm just...over it. All that background noise of my life has just simply stopped, and it has left me free to notice other things. It seems miraculous, and I can't explain it any better than that.
Much to my horror, I've been hacked. I discovered it when I came home from work and found a crapload of DAEMON mailer notices. (I'm not very good at keeping up with my contacts...in sorting through things, I discovered that I have a goodly share of dead people on that list.) In desperation to save you all, I printed out my contact list, and deleted it from my computer so that no matter what, at least you are not getting a flurry of e-mails from me with malicious links in them.
I then checked my virus control which assured me that everything was fine with my computer. I ran a scan anyway, and before I headed for bed, it was discovering some malware. Hopefully the problem is solved. I figure to go back in and enter my own e-mail in my contact list and see if these e-mails are still coming. If not, I'll re-enter my contact list. Leaving off the dead folks, of course.
I'm not sure where this came from. I know that I received a suspicious e-mail from my sister in law. There was no message...just a link. I didn't click on it. I received another e-mail of the same sort from a sister that I haven't heard from in a couple of years. I didn't click on that link either. Unfortunately, Tim was intrigued, and did. That may have been it. It also strikes me a suspicious that I had just opened a Google account for my tablet, and linked both the yahoo and google account. Google has had some issues.
Anyhoozle, if you receive an e-mail that purports to be from me, and it contains a link along w/ "I could hardly believe it!" or "I LOLed," do NOT click on the link, for the love of Dell. I apologize to anyone who may have been infected.
The 4:30 alarm comes pretty early, and I'm not a person to spring out of bed. I generally lay there for 15 minutes, pondering things. This morning was no different, except that after my pondering, I sat up and realized it was 2 AM. I tried to go back to sleep and could not, so my day started a little earlier than usual.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Saturday
Day three: I worked out. Today I added weights. I do chest, back, quads, hamstrings, calves, biceps, triceps and abdominals. I also did a cardio workout because I enjoy them, even though I've been told that I should not be doing a cardio workout each day (fitness gurus out there: tell me why?) I don't think that I will enjoy weights, but they are a necessary evil.
It's still cold and snowing here. It's been a rough week here, weatherwise, but not so rough as Australia's Tropical Storm Oswald. Jeanie's town was hit by tornadoes and they are without power. BB's neck of the woods is once again dealing with flooding. Be safe, Oz peoples.
Tomorrow afternoon, we will head to Erie to visit my cousin who has miraculously begun to come around after being in a medically induced coma and ICU since like December 16th. After the first of the year, he began to show signs of improvement, and now he is in a rehab. Calls for one wang-doodle of a family celebration, don't you think?
Saturday is housework day at chez Debby and Tim, so let me get back to it.
It's still cold and snowing here. It's been a rough week here, weatherwise, but not so rough as Australia's Tropical Storm Oswald. Jeanie's town was hit by tornadoes and they are without power. BB's neck of the woods is once again dealing with flooding. Be safe, Oz peoples.
Tomorrow afternoon, we will head to Erie to visit my cousin who has miraculously begun to come around after being in a medically induced coma and ICU since like December 16th. After the first of the year, he began to show signs of improvement, and now he is in a rehab. Calls for one wang-doodle of a family celebration, don't you think?
Saturday is housework day at chez Debby and Tim, so let me get back to it.
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