Ron treated us (unexpected) to vegetarian afternoon tea yesterday to celebrate the End of the Drains. The restaurant served us chicken salad by mistake and brought two brie and cranberry croissant sandwiches as compensation.
The tea, which we were told is designed for one person, offers enough food for two, although they suggested adding a scone, which we did: four petite sandwiches, four pastries, two scones, one pot. More than sufficient.
Ron, meanwhile, was semi-comatose through the meal, like he’d gone tharn. Weird and a little scary. The waitpersons were great, though.
I had to give up on the Seagate drive, even after corresponding with their tech support and trying their proprietary restoration software. The poor thing really was toast. I was able to copy off the one directory from the old PC that meant the most, the legitimate family info.
Yesterday I got in touch with different devs on the NEPS bugs, and one responded this morning. Gave him access to the code. Fortunately, I’d neglected to send the FTP creds to the Creep from Kenya who ripped me off (he got his money from PayPal today) so no harm to Jim’s server.
Ron cackled wildly when I told him about being ripped off, something about how $100 ain’t worth what it used to be. How he can be so nice and so f*g stupidly mean in the same 12 hour period is something I will never understand.
My friends’ families are having serious health issues. Julia is still not better and Cathy’s sister had emergency surgery yesterday. With their worries, I don’t feel much like asking about our planned get together.