You can ask oldest son how impatient I've always become when people complain of being "bored." Well, what goes around.......so Matt, here I am, "b-o-r-e-d." Bite my tongue. Recovering from surgery is just driving me 'round the bend. Bill is the supreme caretaker and Gale is/has always been right there for me in every life occasion, including this one. In spite of both their patient loving efforts, I'm just not wired to sit this long. Nancy came to town to cheer me up (balloon, flowers, grandchildren) which did help a LOT. Thank you sweetheart. I make efforts to feel productive in any way at all but my brain cells seem to have the same confounding medications flowing through them as does the rest of my body. duh. Tried one of those very simple LARGE PRINT WORD FINDER booklets to try to occupy my brain and couldn't even locate the first word "bamboo". Good grief. Okay, so, as I've always said, bored usually means it's all about me and so hey! I do believe I'm right there. My new determination for tomorrow is to attempt discovery of how to download music to CD-R. Surely if most of the rest of the world can do this, I can figure this out - brain-cells not withstanding. Any ideas to help me get this process started sincerely appreciated.