I’ve had one of those sessions when the computer over-writes when it shouldn’t, turns single- to double-space, blanks out on websites, chews up emails, won’t upload photos,
i.e. driven me crazy. And that only leads to poetry …
IF ONLY I UNDERSTOOD
I’ve caught
the final virus 
geeked out
on a blogroll
got an app
with software rot
that glitched
my first egosurf
had to go meatspace
then start an upboat
thanks in batch mode
with a code monkey
where I hacked
a huge hand-wave
long before I could
look under the hood
and find a whiz-bang
time sink
in my four-colour-glossy
useless nagware
1960willowtree 
oh, well done!
Thought you might like it:-)
I like this poem! Also, I noticed that you’re from BC – which is very cool. I was born in California and live here now, but lived in the Okanagan Valley (mostly Penticton) for over a decade when I was young.
Sorry to be so long replying, life got hectic! Glad you like the poem.
Penticton is a beautiful part of BC. I was up there last year after a long absence
.and loved it
Hi Joanna
I hope that picture is not in your house!! I am enjoying reading your poems. I am in France again trying to finish off the first draft of the novel. Remember Joe? Well, he grew arms and legs and is becoming a novel. I say becoming because the last third is a bloody slog!! It is WW1 after all.
I am also writing a blog while I am here http://www.oldpyjamas@wordpress.com
My best
Diana
Yes indeed, the photo was taken in my house. Take a look behind a computer and it’s amazing the muddle of wires that are there. Glad you’ve gone ahead with Joe (I do remember him). Take care, Joanna