Rise and shine with Vickie Lester

coffee cup
The Mister had to do a complicated reboot to his computer last night because it’s been giving him troubles. Part of the process was an overnight download that he would only know worked when he woke in the morning.

It appeared to have worked and then I heard a call from his office, “Vickie? My computer is running pictures in the screensaver of dogs I never took…” Indeed, the photos appeared to be of fake canines, and unless there was a group of hacking Russian taxidermy teens who had infiltrated his data — I told him to check his files and — lo and behold — he did have one called fake animals.

Further adventures, I walked into my husband’s office again and it was dark and he was peering at the computer and the curtains were all drawn and I asked what he was doing sitting there in the dark on this beautiful sunny morning, and he said, “That’s why they call them man caves and not man solariums.”

Guess how many cups of coffee I’ve had!

20 comments

  1. Heather in Arles

    I don’t know about the joe but your hair is looking lovely. I am growing mine back out (I think) and so now it is at the dreaded triangle length, meaning scraped back into a chignon every single day. *le sigh*

    • Chignon -chic! But, what is triangle length? Now, I can attest to the Joe, it IS lovely. Half decaf mocha java and half full-caf New Guinea, smooth and not high octane and I’m still bouncing off the walls 😉 .

      • Heather in Arles

        Nah, the chignon just makes me look like an old crone! hehehe And triangle head is when your hair is shoulder length, straight across to make a triangle out of your head. 😦
        And oooh me for fine coffee!!! Your mix sounds divine. Alas, no such luck getting good coffee in these parts unless you are willing to take out a loan to pay for it. Espresso it is for me, ma belle, all the way! Yeeehaw!

    • Good lord! I’m going to have to send you pictures. I’m sitting in the kitchen right now, and I notice my pajamas (green flannel) kinda match the quartz counters. Dancing into the Unknown finally arrived — I think it was sent by steamship — and it’s up after I finish The Goldfinch. xox, V

  2. That last exchange sounds like a *much* nicer version of a conversation in “The Shining”:

    Jack Torrance: Wendy, let me explain something to you. Whenever you come in here and interrupt me, you’re breaking my concentration. You’re distracting me. And it will then take me time to get back to where I was. You understand?

    Wendy Torrance: Yeah.

    Jack Torrance: Now, we’re going to make a new rule. When you come in here and you hear me typing [types] or whether you *don’t* hear me typing, or whatever the *fuck* you hear me doing; when I’m in here, it means that I am working, *that* means don’t come in. Now, do you think you can handle that?

    Wendy Torrance: Yeah.

    Jack Torrance: Good. Now why don’t you start right now and get the fuck out of here?

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