My husband has long been jealous of my relationship with the computer.  Lately, I think he’s justified.  I’d love to say I was using the computer to write riveting lines of fiction.  Or even revising klutzy lines of prose into interesting fiction.  Alas.  If only.

I have been playing Mafia Wars.  An My Zoo.  And someone roped me into Vampire Wars — I don’t quite get that one.  Then I added Farmville thinking it was FarmTown.  Then, once I learned the difference, I added FarmTown, too.

So, I’ve been rotating through those games, checking Twitter, and, frankly, just mindlessly checking a few different sites.  Naturally, I’ve been following the progress of the Spurs summer movements.  I still can’t figure out what the Spurs organization sees in Ian Mahinmi.  Since they seem determined to keep him on the payroll, I hope they’re seeing something I’m missing.

Of course, none of those things are particularly important to me or my hubby, so, naturally, he’s a little grumpy about all my time glued to the pixels.  Even I have reached the point where I can’t really disagree with him.  It becomes mesmerizing after a time.

I did drag myself away long enough to complete some household errands this week, but I have many more to do.  I can only tell myself I’m waiting for my hip to heal so many times.  I know that’s not really it.  Because, frankly, the hip will do better with a variety of gentle movements instead of either sitting in a chair or lying in bed.  And those would best be obtained by working around the house at various tasks.

I head back to Central Texas tomorrow for the week.  I have a medical appointment on Tuesday.  Since I have to be up there anyway, I may as well spend time up there working on various things around the house.

I’ll be preparing for a yard sale, sorting more stuff, and, hopefully, working on revisions that I alluded to at the start of this missive.  I’ll also try to get a little water into the yard to keep the grass from dying completely.