sometime in 1999

Dangerous times. After running so long and so hard for an extended period of time, all I really want is to lay myself down and sleep. Just a few hours straight through. I’m trying a trick, giving the cat her food before bedtime to see if I can coax her into not waking me up with the first light of day. Yesterday afternoon, I was busy attending to the details of running a business. I’ve been dissatisfied with my current credit card processing company, and along with switching banks, I was going to get another processing set up. I got home last night from dinner at Curra’s, and the news on the fax was, “Just talked to my manager & he says we cannot process your business as it will be considered as a fortune teller.” I really don’t mind the label, but the fact that they won’t consider me as a merchant really causes great frustration. There’s nothing better than a little retail therapy to help assuage a shattered ego. I guess if the bank doesn’t want my business, then I’d better go shopping. More banking business: sometime in 1999, I got a free update from Quicken because there was a Y2K bug in Quicken 98 for the Mac, if I recall right. I happened across the upgrade CD while digging around in my desk, and I finally got around to installing the new software. Not much difference, but if my memory serves correctly, my heirs won’t have any problems with my accounting in 2031. It’s that pesky Y2K bug, the one I was so sure I was immune to.