I think my computer’s on the fritz. Just before I was able to start typing, I started it up twice, only to be met with a black screen after logging in. Hm. Third time was clearly a charm.

A couple of days ago, my tire was on the fritz. I hopped in my car to head home from work, and the low tire pressure light came on. After filling it with air that night, I came out the next morning to realize it clearly wasn’t having it. But I filled it again to get to work, then discovered at lunch when I took it in that there was a nail in the sidewall. No patch for me. Instead, two new rear tires graced me with their presence since mine needed replacing anyhow. Two thumbs down for my tires not being rotatable since the ones on the rear are bigger than the ones on the front. Sigh.

My hair is on the fritz. Long about week three, it starts to get unruly. It’s not the longest, but it’s finicky and it knows what it likes. And from the looks of it, I think it would like to get cut and colored every three weeks instead of every four. I’m embarking upon week four tomorrow, and will need all the patience I can get to keep it in its place.

I think what set everything in motion was last Friday’s Android email fail. Since then, I’ve admitted to my obvious user error on a few days, although I still have no idea how I managed to do what I did. Other days, I’ll blame the thing itself. The fritz-y Android is at fault, I say!

It’s been a week full of Fritz. I don’t know who he thinks he is, but he needs to let me know next time he’s heading my way. There’s only so much a girl can take — so I suppose it’s fitting that there were two ginormous boxes of donuts in our agency kitchen today, as well as a basket o’ Corner Bakery treats. There, there, poor self.

I took solace in the carb action, and before I knew it…

I was on the fritz.

Tonight I am thankful for the weekend ahead of me where I can get back on track, do some gardening and hopefully work off those fritz-inspired calories I scarfed today. Not that I normally get crazy in the first place, but this weekend the plan is to definitely lay low. No more Fritz, por favor.

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that Fritz’s distant, more friendly cousin is Rosy, and rumor has it she usually comes in and saves the day after he’s been on his whirlwind. So cheers to the 180 that should be on her way before too long, cheers to making it through the week and here’s to a few days of R&R.