There were no surprises yesterday, and we get to do it all over again today. Life goes on.
And my life would go a little smoother if it weren't for all of these damn passwords. I'm sick of them. Everything has got to have one. I can understand a word, but when you have to come up with one that's 10 characters with three capital letters, 6 symbols follwed by alternating lower case vowels and double consonants plus four digits of your mama's telephone number, I give up. The computer locks up. That prompts that blurry word scamble that no one can read which then prompts me to pound my fist on my desk.
The password seems to work then.