I’ve been locked out of my computer for five days by that same nasty malware that caused me trouble a week ago. Can’t check my email, can’t blog, can’t write or anything else. I’m using my husband’s computer to write this. It’s a nice new laptop with a larger screen and a bigger area to rest my hands upon while I type — but it’s not mine. I don’t feel “at home” on it.
Ken and I went out for dinner with friends last evening, including one of my best writer buddies who I haven’t seen in years. We had a wonderful time but as we headed home all I could think about was my poor infected computer. This is so depressing.