The mystery of the object moving on its own

When an item has been moved to another location in the middle of the night and no one admits their guilt... Either they are lying, sleepwalking, or a third person has been there at night. I can't think of any other possible explanation. Even the ghosts of cats would hardly do that.

 

 

What good came from changing the graphics card and monitor? The new monitor has its own speakers, so the computer couldn't detect the existence of other sound sources, for example my headphones.

I also got anxious when suddenly there was only 5 gigabytes of free space on the C drive when there should have been 15 gigabytes more. I always have trouble with that C drive when nothing fits there. Somewhere a huge amount of hibernation files was found, which my spouse managed to delete.

 

I worked on my short stories for a couple of weeks. My second novel hasn't progressed as fast as I had hoped. The goal was to edit a short story a day, and I managed to do that pretty well, even though my body couldn't handle it. I was already working on the last, or 13th, short story when we went on the cruise. Working through those short stories one after the other has made me realize how bad and repetitive they are.

I had only been working on the short stories for the fifth day when my left arm started hurting. It just couldn't stand it when it has to be bent over while writing. The worst risk is blood clots, which I'm always afraid of anyway.