Feeling a bit like Rip van Winkle
Mar. 28th, 2004 08:21 am...because I wasn't aware that my last post was that long ago. Almost four weeks! I could have sworn it was two.
So, what happened? Nothing much, actually, just an accumulation of small, vicious bites of bad luck. First, I was feeling too awful to do anything but work, eat and try to get some sleep. Health situation has vastly improved, as I've discovered the existence of Singulair (US people might know it as Montelukast). So, sleep is back and things are looking a lot better.
Then, the big virus arrived and the Ministry changed the firewall settings--no access to anything except secure connections (i.e. mostly other ministries). No yahoo, no LJ, nothing.
Which wouldn't have been a problem, had not my modem decided, somewhere around that time, to end its early existence and join its maker. Not a real problem either, except for the fact that I was so terribly busy at work that I simply couldn't sacrifice even one of my office hours in order to wait for the people from the cable company to come and change it. As many people seem to be in the same situation, Saturday appointments are rare. So rare, in fact, that they only arrived yesterday.
Not a problem either, had not my dear friend Janine opened an infected mail and thus killed her own PC. I used her notebook once or twice, but the connection via telephone line is so excruciatingly slow that I decided I'd rather be cut off from the net than spend hours watching the connecting and uploading process.
I haven't yet dared to look into my mailbox but will do so shortly. What with the tons of virus mails, I guess it's been full to the brim and emptied by yahoo more than once. So, if anybody sent me a message and was wondering why I didn't answer, this is why.
Like almost every unpleasant event, however, this one did have a positive aspect as well: less time at the PC means more time for other things, most of all reading. I've done a lot of reading these past weeks, and I must say I quite enjoyed it. Although more reading means more new books and therefore spending more money. But there are worse ways of spending money.
And now I think I'll have a look at my mailbox. *cringes*
So, what happened? Nothing much, actually, just an accumulation of small, vicious bites of bad luck. First, I was feeling too awful to do anything but work, eat and try to get some sleep. Health situation has vastly improved, as I've discovered the existence of Singulair (US people might know it as Montelukast). So, sleep is back and things are looking a lot better.
Then, the big virus arrived and the Ministry changed the firewall settings--no access to anything except secure connections (i.e. mostly other ministries). No yahoo, no LJ, nothing.
Which wouldn't have been a problem, had not my modem decided, somewhere around that time, to end its early existence and join its maker. Not a real problem either, except for the fact that I was so terribly busy at work that I simply couldn't sacrifice even one of my office hours in order to wait for the people from the cable company to come and change it. As many people seem to be in the same situation, Saturday appointments are rare. So rare, in fact, that they only arrived yesterday.
Not a problem either, had not my dear friend Janine opened an infected mail and thus killed her own PC. I used her notebook once or twice, but the connection via telephone line is so excruciatingly slow that I decided I'd rather be cut off from the net than spend hours watching the connecting and uploading process.
I haven't yet dared to look into my mailbox but will do so shortly. What with the tons of virus mails, I guess it's been full to the brim and emptied by yahoo more than once. So, if anybody sent me a message and was wondering why I didn't answer, this is why.
Like almost every unpleasant event, however, this one did have a positive aspect as well: less time at the PC means more time for other things, most of all reading. I've done a lot of reading these past weeks, and I must say I quite enjoyed it. Although more reading means more new books and therefore spending more money. But there are worse ways of spending money.
And now I think I'll have a look at my mailbox. *cringes*