Mondays really suck!

--- and now for the rest of the story. (Thank you,Paul Harvey. Wherever you are.)
While enjoying my supper,I observed the beast trying to pick the keys out of my keyboard. (Yep the same crackhead cockatiel.)
With the quickness of a cat and the grace of a gazelle, I set out to save my keyboard.
Long story short: I saved the keyboard but me and my iMac ended up face down on a cold tile floor. After a few choice words with my bride,total retreat was the only answer.
Next Morning: Maximum caffeine and off we go. Fourteen hour day and I still don't want to deal with my actions.
Like a sniveling kid, I can't do it. Plug it in,hit the power button. The boot took about 3 lifetimes but it loaded.

My bride whispers in my ears."one more JD and this computer is mine".

Next week we will be assaulted with pink but it has nothing to do with breast cancer.

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