Okay, so, in no particular order …
My computer keyboard at home died. Long story. Anyway, since I’d been using a wireless keyboard/mouse combo, that meant that I had to replace the whole kit & kaboodle. So my boyfriend and I split the cost of a new set (YIKES!), and I went to install it when I came home from work. I unplugged the old equipment and gave it to him to throw out. I started setting up the new equipment, carefully following the steps in the instruction manual. First I had to put in the CD-ROM with the wireless device software. Check. Within a minute the first popup appeared; it was my security software asking me if I wanted to trust this strange new software. Which I did … except I couldn’t do a damn thing about it because my boyfriend had followed my instructions and had already thrown the old mouse / keyboard / wireless doohickey down the incinerator chute. Oops. Anyway, my remaining brain cells finally rubbed together and made a spark, and I borrowed the wireless mouse that my boyfriend uses with his laptop to get the job done.
The main computer on the Children’s information desk died. You know when you turn on the computer and it makes a roaring noise like a jet engine but nothing else happens that things aren’t going well. Anyway, the thing was no longer under warranty (go figure), so it will be taken away and will not be replaced. Kind of the same thing that happens to librarians, now that I think about it …
I think that our snow day closure has turned our catalog system all kerflooey (That’s a technical term. Look it up). Multiple patrons have been complaining that they’ve been getting their notices late. I mean REALLY late. Which is a big problem when you only have a week to pick up your book, and you get the notice five days late. Yikes!
And on a possibly related note, when I went to print out the list of holds to be cleared this morning, I was very surprised to see my name on the list of patrons next to the title of the new Dean Koontz book that I was 100% sure I’d already checked out, read, and returned. So I looked at the barcode, walked over to the New Books section, and there it was on the shelf. Exactly where I put it when I checked it back in yesterday. Curiouser and curiouser.
Yesterday morning I got out of bed, took my shower, and then staggered semiconsciously over to the coffee machine that we keep by the living room window (the kitchen has too much stuff in it, and plus this way our guests don’t have to miss whatever we’re watching on TV to make a cup of coffee). So I put in my K-Cup and waited for my coffee to brew. Suddenly I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look out the window at the fire escape and saw … my cat. On the fire escape. Staring at me. My first thought was — oh my God! How did he get outside? My second thought was — wait … he COULDN’T have gotten outside! I ran back through my apartment, and found my cat lying peacefully on a rug. I ran back to look at the cat on the fire escape. It put its front paws up on my windowsill and started meowing at me. As I noticed the differences between this strange cat and mine — this one was a little younger and a little leaner, but otherwise IDENTICAL — Logan came up behind me. He jumped up on the windowsill and started walking forward, staring intently at his younger clone. They had a standoff for a few moments, at which point the younger cat started hissing at my poor shnoogums. The two cats stared at each other through the security gate, and I watched nervously. My cat is FIV-positive, you see, so I had to keep them apart. If the other cat hurt Logan, Logan would need antibiotics to heal. And if Logan bit the other cat, the other cat could become FIV-positive. I ran to the phone and called the super. I explained the situation, and he told me that all he could do was knock on the door and give the tenants a message that their window was open and that their cat was on the fire escape … if he could figure out which apartment it was … and if they answered the door. After I hung up the phone, I watched the strange cat walk back across the fire escape and over a narrow little windowsill (my heart was in my throat) and go into an open window on the other side of the building. Then I had my coffee and went to work, and worried the entire day about what happened to the cat and what, if anything, had happened to its owners. Were they dead? Injured? Or had one of them just left a window open by mistake before going to work? And what was I supposed to do? Call 311? 911? I spent the whole day stressing out about it. Anyway, I asked my boyfriend if he could go home earlier than usual and check things out (I didn’t think I’d be able to handle it if there was a dead cat lying in the courtyard). Anyway, he texted me with updates on my way home (window was still open, no sign of the cat anywhere), and I went to talk to the super. The only answers I have now are incomplete; we’ve seen the lights going on and off in the apartment, so apparently no one was dead or dying in there. And we haven’t seen the cat again, so we assume it’s in good health and safely indoors. But they keep leaving that same window open, and that makes me absolutely mental.
But in more positive surreal news … the Mega Python vs. Gatoroid movie is debuting on the Syfy channel tonight. Monster vs. monster? Tiffany vs. Debbie Gibson? It doesn’t get more surreal than that!!!