It seems I have dropped into the Seventh Circle of the Inferno. Computer problems are ongoing. Bits and pieces come and go, giving and then dashing hope. I was almost glad of the rain yesterday because I was so late getting down to the girls and I knew they wouldn't want to go outside anyway. The rain was steady as I walked to the barn and a deluge as I slogged back up to the house. Baking has come to a screeching halt as I do battle with the dark forces of the Internet. Slow as treacle, the computer downloads the latest band-aid and I run to the kitchen. I got so far as to put partial ingredients in a bowl, and there it stopped as a new glitch was discovered. The computer elves work in the Philippines. There is a fifteen-hour time difference. Yesterday I worked with Jack, then JJ, then Jay ("J" being the letter for the day, I guess). I fell asleep last night, waiting for the call-back that never came. Sigh.
Miss Scarlett may have thought that tomorrow would be different. I, on the other hand, keep getting reruns.