Swab Story

The spa was faboo. To answer the #1 question: no, the mud doesn't smell. It's volcanic ash, heated to sterilize and then cooled to "only" 100 degrees. The mud bath is like being a grape suspended in jello. Not for the claustrophobic, but quite relaxing.

We spent many hours in and by the pool. We were in the lodge (a converted motel, renovated so it doesn't feel like a motel). Next time, I'd rent one of the cottages that are alongside. More of the '30s sanitorium feel, and they look out on the croquet pitch and shuffleboard. They also have kitchenettes; it would be fun with another couple or two.

The stress is building up again, though.

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Nice and relaxed, I got home yesterday and turned on the computer.
And promptly spent waaaay too much time making repeated calls to tech support. Then being told "Oh, I fixed it, give it 20 minutes" and having to re-call because they lied. The shoulder stress bar started to reassert itself.

Bottom line? I have e-mail again, although the wife may not. As of yesterday everything that had been sent since last Friday is gone. They're trying to find them. One of the tech support monkeys whined about having to make manual changes to lots of aliases; since this is due to their errors, I expressed my rather severe lack of sympathy.