as cozy as spring

Cheer up.

I am still feeling rotten, but am pressing onward with my responsibilities.  To cheer myself up, I watched that goofy Matt/dancing video five times yesterday.  Did I cry during every single viewing?  Yes I did.  I am properly ashamed of being such a sap, but whatever.  If there is anyone in the world who has not seen it yet (Dad, I'm looking at you), here's a link.  Time well spent.

Sick

(I still don't know whether I will be back or not, but today I decided I will treat you to a poorly written, frustrated rant).

Who in the world thinks up computer viruses?  Why would anyone be sitting around thinking, "Huh.  I'm going to ruin someone's day by infecting their computer, which only holds letters to their children and photos of their family, with some nasty little evil little thing that they cannot get off and causes every little thing to malfunction.  Let's suck five days out of some poor mother's life as she ignores her children, tyring desperately and in vain to get the stupid virus protection to work again - haha!  But it won't!  She will either have to spend $200+ to get the stupid thing fixed or buy a new computer.  Even though she would prefer to buy, you know, groceries for her children (though a Mac book is awfully tempting).  And that $200 is almost a semester of ballet for her sweet daughter.  Yes that sounds like fun."

Evil, evil, evil people.  Seriously. Who does this? Why would they do it?  And if anyone has any idea how to get Trojan 32 or whatever off of my computer please comment.  I promise a reward.  Please, someone???

Please?  OK an obviously my spell check will not work - I will be amazed if this acutally publishes, so forgive any errors here.

Options

Does anyone else out there get a little preoccupied obsessed over finding just the right font for say, a Liturgical Year Notebook - to where lesson plans are forgotten, children are forgotten, and life comes to a screeching halt because there are just.so.many and then it takes hours to remember how to install them?  And then it's so embarrassing because it has got to be the biggest waste of time ever?  But there is no helping it and you wish you could just be somebody else because then you could be free from OCD wanting to make nice memories for your children?  Because nice memories consist of cool fonts?  Like the kids will all be sitting around a warm fire one day laughing, "Remember the font Mom used to make my addition tables!  It was so geometric!  Oh, that MOM! What a gal!"  They will so much more likely be sitting in their psychiatrists office saying, "My mother just stopped caring for us one day, all because of font options."