Really minor, but this week has been a little...trying.

First, my computer has spent this week in a coma. The OS died...and the laser on the CD drive is also dead. Basically, I need a new CD drive in order to reinstall Windows, but I don't know enough about computers to be able to say it will recognize the new drive if I don't get an identical one. (The current drive is five years old.) It would make more sense, given the computer's age (last of the ones that came with XP), its known power supply issues and the fact that it's on its third battery in five years to get a new laptop, but that's out of the question.

Second, I found out the hard way on Thursday that the front stairs of my building are painted concrete. I now have a lovely bruise all the way across my back at the top of my pelvis. Walking hurts, never mind trying to roll over. I was going to "ride my age" yesterday, but I decided after a mile that another 22 of those would probably be more than I could stand. I guess I owe myself a 23-mile ride once it heals.