The stunningly patient and mighty fine SML has got to have the most virus-prone computer on the face of the planet. It's infected once again this evening. I can't even count how many times it's been infected. Her PC is a regular HOT ZONE of computer viruses. Nothing we do to protect/disinfect it seems to matter. I am convinced it will shortly break out with the Ebola virus. I am beyond frustrated. Tonight's viral fiesta is the "Vista Security 2011" devil. None of the manual instructions are working. I can't get out to the internet to try and download a fix. I've had it. It's time to get a Mac. And to the little 13 year old tool in his flat in Bulgaria that cooked this one up (or any of the 1000's of other viruses), man, do I wish...well, never mind the cruelty I wish on you. I'm supposed to be better than that. Supposed to be...
From the journal (yes, a written journal - that's what we had before blogs, kids) 25 years ago: I am getting so bad at my writing schedule. This being in a foursome hasn't helped in the least. But V. and G. keep me laughing. Especially G. He is one funny Chilean...We've been trying to keep Hermana C. from having a stroke because of some crazy Mexican woman. Finally have C. convinced to leave the country. I really want her to get on a plane so she'll calm down...Started working with a lady from Colombia who is showing a lot of interest. All of our Nicaraguan members are despondent because the $100 million aid to the Contras was rejected by Congress. It is sad. I wish the members of Congress could know these people the way we do.
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