Thursday

Here's a little tribute to 1's rant. (What do you think of the shoes, 2?) Actually, that was a Class A rant. Kind of like me and sports writers. You go girl!

This was the third day this week that we had snow on the ground in the AM. Today's storm was more than a token anomaly. I think that the cities even had to bring out the snow plows again. (Or should I say, pot hole facilitators?)

The bad news for me at the office was that my desktop acquired a virus late yesterday, and the machine was near trash this AM. So I had to get the IT guy in, and it took him a couple of hours before the worm was scrubbed away. A lost morning. We never could identify the source. The anti-virus software worked, but the worm was always just a step ahead, and kept replicating. No true damage to files. I don't think (hope?) Just lost time and more IT costs.

The worst computer virus that I ever experienced was one that came with a message from my old friend Wally's son. It was one of those Trojan's that sought out Outlook addresses and sent nonsense messages to everybody on the list, multiple times. It was bad enough and widespread enough that the story made national news. (For the record, there was no porn involved.)

Also for the record, 3 knew that she was mixing metaphors yesterday with her comment about eating peanuts outside the Sports Corner at Wrigley. I mean, it could have been the Sports Corner.

That's about it for today. I'm watching the games. No promises for tomorrow. Not only is it Friday, but I have a busy day scheduled. And the Tuscan will be beckoning. Along with the next wave of games.

BCOT