This morning, I couldn't connect to our wireless network. Troubleshooting this evening turned up the problem: sometime overnight, my computer decided the wireless network had a different name, one that dropped a character from the middle of the actual name.
That's the kind of inexplicable error that makes me very nervous; running chkntfs on reboot fixed one cross-linked file and that's it (unless changing the volume bitmap is something additional). Of course, then I couldn't exit checkdisk without powering off and eventually resorting to "last known good configuration," which makes me mildly nervous, but what are you going to do.
On a lighter note, we have some weird late-night conversations here at Chateau Steelypips.
Last week, Chad assures me that we had the following conversation at 3:00 in the morning, after he got up briefly and then came back to bed:
KATE: That was fast.
KATE: You just said that it would be three months before a robotic dinosaur prototype was ready.
KATE: . . . or maybe I was dreaming.
I don't remember this as all, but I believe it.
Last night, Chad stayed up late to watch the Manning Bowl (Giants-Colts). He tells me this is what we said when he came to bed:
KATE: Did they win?
CHAD: No. I'm sorry you're awake.
KATE: I'm not awake.
CHAD: . . . and the dinosaur prototypes will be ready in three months.
I vaguely remember knowing that the Giants lost, but that's all.
What I want to know is, why don't I remember cool dreams involving dinosaur prototypes, instead of nasty ones about, for instance, learning that my dream-self's entire family had some horrible genetic disease?