It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. That’s a line from one of my favorite classic novels. Raise your hand if you can’t remember which one. Or Google it. (I love saying that.)
Those words best describe my week. Yesterday I picked up my new laptop. That should count as the best of times. I’ve had my other laptop for four or five years and it crashes about fifty times a day. Now I have to transfer four years’ worth of information stored in every nook and cranny of software over to the new laptop. That should be easy, right?
How about more like getting a root canal? That seems an appropriate simile, and falls under the worst of times. Transferring my junk has been most painful and I haven’t even made a dent. I’m working off two computers now so that I can get everything done.
But add to that—and get this—I actually went in for a root canal this week. A root canal in addition to having to learn a new operating system and transfer all my information. What are the chances? Again, the worst of times.
Unfortunately the root canal turned into a complete extraction because apparently I cracked my tooth in half–thank you very much Peanut M&M’s. But I need the M&M’s to get me over the tough afternoons when my brain is drained and I need to push through a scene. (Ah, Peanut M&M’s—the best of times)
Since I’m a writer, I know how to turn the scene around. Having a tooth extracted means a liquid or soft diet at least for a day. Hello chocolate pudding. Chocolate ice cream. Many flavors of yogurt, oh and cream of potato, cream of everything soup.
One again. . .
It was the best of times.
Words from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.