Yeargh.  Soooo, Chris was late seriously late for work this morning on account of either a) him misreading the schedule (which he swears isn't what happened) or b) the schedule changing unannounced (which is believable, especially this week).  Either way it was cause for much frustration, running about and cursing in what was otherwise a calm morning.

He called his mother on the way to work.  Unfortunately, I don't think he actually managed to extract a plan from her.  He also did not secure an answer to the all important question "Does she expect to come here?"  This is important so that I know what I need to clean.  My response to this non-answer was "Well she won't be coming here then!  I'm not darn well going to run myself ragged cleaning this blasted house and fussing about what to feed her and whether or not she'll think my choices are appropriate.  So if she wants to see me we can damn well go to a restaurant somewhere. 

Now, I am spending part of my evening fixing Chris' computer.  He's had several obnoxious, recurring pop-up windows recently that finally annoyed me enough (we share his computer for gaming) that I felt I needed to deal with them.  I've uninstalled the expired trial versions of a whole bunch of things and downloaded McAfee from our ISP (it's "free" with our internet service).  McAfee has been churning away for nearly an hour now and discovering all manner of vile, dangerous and otherwise unpleasant things hidden away in his computer.  It never fails to amaze me that someone who is so adept at the guts of computers can be so inept at noticing suspicious websites, pop-ups and such symptoms of computer illness.

I think that while this churns away I'll go downstairs and make myself some supper - probably macaroni and cheese made with cream of mushroom soup.  I'm still doing the cram-in-as-many-calories-as-possible dance...  I may also walk up to the grocery store and get some butter so that I can make a blueberry pound cake with the blueberries I bought yesterday.