Mr. Crazy is sicker. I am starting to feel not so great, the girls are still fine, the Prophet of Doom got over it a while ago. So I'm boiling chicken bones to get a broth, then will roast a chicken to make chicken soup. I always put tomatoes in with the bones to get the marrow out. I threw in some ginger too to help with my throat and stomach ache. Mr. Crazy would rather have his fingernails pulled out than drink some broth but the girls will drink it & so will I.

I dreamed last night that I saw a young boy being mistreated by the owners of an autor repair place, and it was my job to get him out. I can't remember what else I dreamed. I had the wake up at 5 AM thing again, what torture! The Prophet is home today so I could sleep a little later, I fell back to sleep around 7 or 7:30.

I'm also making some bread so I can make sandwiches later... everyone still has to eat something even if I'm sick.

Since the iBook died the Prophet has usurped the PC and is feeding off of someone else's wireless network (you'd think he wouldn't want to connect to a network named "sting" for Pete's sake) because the iMac will not work through the router, even with a land line. So the ethernet cable has to go directly into the iMac. The Prophet is always bringing home these gadgets that half work or don't work and then it's up to me to hunker down with the manuals and help files to try to force my brain to work in a way it does not naturally work. I did figure out what a hexadecimal key is; it's mixture of numbers and letters ranging from 0-9 and A-F. NO NORMAL PERSON SHOULD HAVE TO KNOW THESE THINGS! No wonder we're feeding on someone else's network, they couldn't figure out how to secure theirs either. The Prophet even asked the IT guy at work how to password the network and he said, "You have to do it through the website." Um, okay. What website? There's anothing about "the website" in the help files. So if Mr. Genius computer guy doesn't know how to do it, how am I supposed to know?

Oh, and whenever I see the phrase "special note to Mac users" I want to fly to California and blow up Apple Headquarters (with no people inside). I admit I like Macs but living with one is like growing orchids. In eight years I have NEVER been able to print from a Mac. With a PC, you just plug in the darn cable and the printer goes wild.

Ewwwwwwwwww I really don't feel good. It's a garden variety cold but enough to make me wish I were not awake. I'm drinking lots of water and just hoping I can put the baby to bed soon so I can crawl off to bed.