My computer is playing password games with me. In the past I have changed their password to one I can remember easily.

But, I am obviously leaving out some steps, so this time I'll take their hard-to-remember password and keep it. And figure out some illogical place to put it.

And maybe a note in another illogical places as to where I can find the real password.

As though it matters, since most of my computer stuff is done at home, with only the cats for company.

About mid-afternoon I decided I'd get some Popeye's for supper--and lunch tomorrow.

They were running a bit behind, so after placing my order I parked nearby, along with a couple of other cars.

The other people got their orders, including one who had been behind me in line.

So I went inside and told the manager my problem. They were obviously busy, but the other drive-up people waiting for their orders had had them delivered to their cars. Not mine.

She checked the orders, found mine in a stack, and quickly filled it. And added a free drink. Guess that was for not being snitty.

I think I'll wait till Tuesday to go in to work. And instead do some household tidying.

Weather forecast looks halfway decent for the coming week--hope it holds true. I've got a doctor appointment in N.O. on Friday, and I hope it doesn't rain.

YD is driving me--she has a much better mental compass--and I think we end up in a parking garage with a covered walkway to the building I need to go to.

The raccoons seem to understand the word "no." That's what I tell them when I am sitting on the porch and it's not yet time for supper.

Of course, it's usually close enough to eating time that in a few minutes I go inside and get the food out. They sit outside the screen and wait for me to go back inside before they come onto the porch.

They are not "dumb animals."

My stomach is reminding me that I have some Popeye's chicken waiting for me.