Reset Forty-Eight, Day Nineteen

Digital world decided to take a dump on me Saturday. I spent hours futzing with the website for CVS, trying to put together an order with a 32% off coupon, finding the site extraordinarily catawampus, and finally finding all the right hoops and jumping through them the right way, getting it all organized, then having even more hassles with the checkout, having the order fail because my card was refused, then having it go through after another try, then getting an email from CVS saying the order had been canceled, and then finally getting another email from some fraud watch outfit reporting suspicious activity on my card, which was probably just from me having to repeatedly go back and correct several mistakes I made while typing because I'm old as somebody's god and damned near blind and just make shitloads of mistakes.

There's a number I'm supposed to call, but I had to stop and eat something as my blood sugar had collapsed, and I'm tired and it's way past my bedtime and I'm probably not going to get the stuff I wanted, and the digital coupon for the discount ends today. So I'm now quite crankier than usual, and out of every sort of sorts there is, and I've lived way too long in a world I can't keep up with anymore, and just want to go to sleep, but should probably call that number, assuming it's a legit service and not scammers of some sort. I can't check with my bank which issued the card until their office opens at seven o'clock Monday morning, and that's too late if I want to use the card for anything else today, which I do. Smart technology is a pig's breakfast, and, as Alexander Pope observed, "one hog lives on what another shits."

Well I guess I have to get on with it. At least I'm posting a journal entry. If that doesn't fail too.

( Sunday Verse )