Staggering Back to My Feet

After getting nailed by spyware. It turned my computer into a desktop billboard that spewed forth pop-up ads in an uncontrolled, Tourettelike manner until I thought I might smash it. I did almost smash it. The dog's incessant barking at the Schwann's man distracted me in the nick of time.

Anyway, it's been in the shop for almost a week. I got it back today but now I can't log on. Awaiting instruction from the computer-fixing powers that be. Using husband's computer in meantime. I promise I'll post something worthwhile soon. Thanks for your posts and patience...