I've been out of commission

My computer died on me. I had to have the motherboard replaced and because I opted to have some "Mexican guy" Helio knew repair it, it took nearly 2 weeks. It threw me off my groove. However, my laptop does not overheat and shut off suddenly anymore and I have a new keyboard, modem, motherboard, plug port, and I'm sure a bunch of other things that I don't know about all to the tune of $200.

This is my third week back to work and I am getting into the swing of things but feel scattered. I forgot that when you don't devote your life to filling your bookshelf with garage sale finds that there are many things to be responsible for in a day. I got a letter in the mail on Tuesday from Countrywide Mortgage Lending making me aware that one of their now former employees has sabatoged my life. S/He gathered all of my information and sold it to a third party. The short letter pretty much read- Dear Manda, sucks to be you again,...good luck! Yesterday I pulled my credit report and discovered that some clever person tried to purchase a car with my ID last May and attempted a home purchase in August- both a closing company and a mortgage lender pulled it then. I am sort of overwhelmed with all of the agencies that I must make aware of my misfortune. I feel I am always sorting something. I will have to take it in pieces and somehow I will be done with it all. It brings back all the unpleasant feelings of filling out paperwork like I had to with immigration.

Helio was laid off two weeks ago so as I expected, we are hurting tremendously financially in September. I have a friend who I consider a gypsy- I think I may have some of those gypsy powers myself. I was certain there was going to be some sort of something that made us even poorer than we already are with regular incomes before we were both seeing full paychecks again. Well, I don't think I have cried, and because I am still nursing, I haven't been able to drink my fears. Maybe I am coping?

Winter is coming. I am back to fighting Helio for fresh air at night. I love a room with cool air and crisp breeze from the window above my bed while sleeping. He waits until he thinks I am asleep and reaches up to close the window. Of course, I wake up (because I am sweating) and open it. Its a non-stop battle in our house. Hopefully all my credit issues and money whoa's! (and woes) will subside and I can participate in a normal life. Its nice to have him back to fight over the window with-that's normalcy- last fall I was still wondering if he was ever going to be back.