I spent the rest of the week doing an edit to The Sheep Eater and completing all the forms associated with art and marketing plus a detail sheet. It should have been easy, but was sent to me as "read only" files. I had to re-type all of them when they erased when trying to save them as another file.
I decided to try one last time after I placed my pistol near my computer screen fully intending to blast it to kingdom come if it repeated its bull pucky. Wouldn't you know it? Somewhere I hit a button that allowed me to finally save the files and spared a few bullets to boot. It was the computer's lucky day and I beat my deadline by a week.
Oh, and my Dad's home and improving slowly. I spent most of my free time early in the week sitting in his ICU room with my Mom and Sister on those God-awful chairs that should be avoided at all costs. Dad doesn't know how close he came to camping out on the floor and losing his bed to the rest of the Clan.
More next time.