Monday, Monday

Unexpected things throw a monkey wrench into a Monday plan.

My plan was to tidy up in the studio.  Saturday, I load a stitching design and it was a huge 62,000 stitch one.  Twelve noon, the stitching began.

As one color of thread was stitching, it gave me time to multi-task.  The HP printer has not been able to be used going on the second moth.  It was deemed to be “off-line.”  I decided to see if I could work with it.  With one too many tries, the HP support was initiated.

The chat support turned into allowing the entity to take over my computer as the query of the non-working printer entailed more than I could have immagined.

I needed to stay off of my Dell computer and have my phone handy as I would receive prompts to assist.  I watched the goings on from my chair as the laptop monitor was going into places on my computer that I could never have imaged. 

My sewing machine was stopped and started each time my phone needed me.  Ironically, when the phone rang the screen displayed “Potential Spam.”

At five thirty, the printer was working from both of my laptops, one downstairs and one upstairs.  My Dell laptop had been cleaned of unbelievable amount of malware files.

I had agreed up front on the amount that would be charged for the cleanup.  It began with the HP support.  At one point the Microsoft Security file was seen.  Last but least, the last message came from a geek squad team #9.

My stitching at five thirty was far from being done as it had been started and stopped so often.  Yes, it makes enough noise that a phone conversation cannot be carried.

I made supper and then returned to the studio to let the machine embroidery work until it was finished and that was seven thirty.  The design turned out perfect with not one stray thread or a broken needle.

This Monday morning, we needed to make a trip to the Mayo Store as Dennis’ CPAP machine quit Friday during the night.  Sleep for either of us had not gone well Saturday or Sunday night.  Dennis had multiple interruptions as the Atrofib, a heart that does not have steady beat and a heart that Dennis has, would cause him to stop breathing and with no machine to give him that puff of air for his heart to begin beating again . . . yea, not conducive for good rest.  We each slept in our recliners for those two nights.  Generally, after not breathing, a limb will jerk arousing the heart.

We are home from Mankato with a loaner machine.  Lets hear it for a good night’s rest.

With that I will take my leave.  ♥