Whoopsie...

Didgeridoo Boy dropped his laptop, knocking out the display. If the mood strikes, however, he can hook it to a television to view Facebook at a glorious 42 inches. OoooOOOOOOOoooooooo! Anyway, we're waiting to find out if the computer will be replaced *or* if we'll need to get a new display for this one.

In the meantime he's found "Survivors", a BBC series, to occupy himself. Starting Wednesday night, he watched every last episode - - and just started it all over again. He's upset about the lack of plans for a third season, but is *happy*. I haven't seen Didgeridoo Boy this stress-free in an age.

He smiled when he woke up this morning. Didge smiling when he wakes? Do what now? After checking his messages quickly on my computer, he settled back down and began planning out the sound system for the home theater/Hall of Obsolete Technology, calm and happy.

Last night, he walked over to his wounded computer and looked at it, at which point I said, "I know you're bummed -- we'll know something soon, and a new display isn't expensive at all." This part is where I need you to sit down and take a deep, cleansing, calming breath. He said he did not miss it at all.

(I know! I know!)

Enjoy your weekend! I'm going to enjoy having my happy, stress-free husband back.