Maybe it’s a work-related thing? My office is located in the southern US; there are loads of restaurants nearby known for serving delicious but heavy/greasy food. What happens to people after indulging in such a meal can be a bit violent. So it’s generally understood that if you realize one of your coworkers has been in the stall for a bit and isn’t doing anything, you should probably clear the heck out of there as quickly as possible.
My 10 1/2 year old computer finally died. Its not worth fixing at this point so I have to read up on laptops. I don’t want to get a new desktop because I am hoping to move soon. The desktop set up I have currently is a pain to navigate. So I am typing on screen keyboards with great annoyance.
I did buy a Samsung 11 inch tablet with keyboard and mouse but have not set it up yet.
I move slow these days.
Also, the visitor’s single bathroom room at work was locked all morning and I didn’t want to “go” in the woman’s three stall bathroom. So I pooped in the men’s restroom. We have very few men in our agency at the moment and I was relatively safe from discovery. No one knows about my break from tradition but I did remove my shoes in case anyone might have come in and spotted a pair of mysterious feet.
The polished toenails would have given you away. Just sayin’ 
Lol I wear socks. And they’re a very masculine dark grey.
Well, I finally fired up the A/C because this Olde Fart cannot stand even mild heat and humidity any longer. The good news is, it’s blasting cold air once again. The possible bad news is that I haven’t checked the discharge hoses from the dehumidifier coils since last fall, when I may or may not have cleared a blockage from the primary hose. I’ll need to check it in the next few days, and if water is still coming out of the emergency hose, I guess I’m going to need to schedule some expensive maintenance that I can ill afford.
With really hot weather coming in the next few says, I imagine A/C techs will be scarcer than hens’ teeth! Worst case, at least I’ll be cool. I’m enjoying the blast of cool air coming out of the vent. The house temperature earlier was 25 Centipedes (77 Usaian Ferrets) with a humidity of 57%, which is not terrible, but getting a bit uncomfortable for us denizens of the Great White North.
For the curious, my standard thermostat setting in the summer is 22.5°C (72.5°F) I’m old and cranky and not interested in sermons about how I should set it higher.
Since it seems possible you have cleared a blockage in the past, what’s stopping you doing that yourself in the present?
Yes, there’s always a tradeoff between cash required and ambition required. A surfeit of one makes up for a lack of the other. Lacking both, hard decisions must be made. But at least for me I can usually scare up that much ambition when I need it. Usually.
Back when I lived in a house or condo and HVAC cleanout was my responsibility first and foremost, I found that a shop vac attached to the output end of the drain line would slurp out pretty much any gunk you can imagine. It doesn’t take any fancy adaptor; just insert the drain line end into the larger vacuum hose end and sorta seal the gap with the web of one hand. Let it run a minute or so, and be rewarded with a few big glugs of glop.
Not too arduous unless the drain hose end is inaccessible or my ultimate packrat packdog of a friend got rid of his shop vac. 
The shop vac suggestion is an excellent idea, thank you! I do have a wet/dry shop vac and those ingenious gadgets can be very handy. Definitely something to try before summoning a repair flunky. I think I last used it to do drywall sanding back in the days of much greater agility and ambition!
But I have to wait for sustained heat and humidity to see which hose is discharging water, and if the shop vac fixes the problem. That should be hitting us within the next few days.
Depending on how accessible your indoor unit is, you might usefully just pour water from a measuring cup into the drain and see if the primary backs up.
Here in swampland the recommendation was to pour ~1/4 cup of raw bleach down the primary drain line monthly-ish during air conditioning season; all 10 months of it. That killed any growing clogs before they had a chance to get too attached to be rinsed out by the never-ending condensate flow.
Like the old saying goes: “A quarter-cup of prevention …” 
The only obvious access to the furnace is the lower section containing the blower and motor. The drain hoses are located up higher which involves more disassembly than this old dog is ready for. But in the next few days Mother Nature will supply the water and let me know what’s what.
Back in my youth, among other things, I single-handedly built a large two-level deck and installed hardwood flooring in two large rooms. And also hauled all the raw materials for those projects home in an over-stressed Dodge Caravan. This old dog no longer does those tricks, nor any new ones, either!
They could be mine if she was in the men’s room.
Wait, WHAT??? 
a flunky who can do something you can’t isn’t exactly a flunky in my book.
I was first diagnosed with belly fluid last October when I was hospitalized with a number of issues with my kidney and liver (the latter of which I had been dealing with for years. After getting my kidney issue resolved they ended up draining about 11 liters from my belly. No signs of infection then, but it did help with all of my other issues. Eventually in January I got put on a schedule of paracenthesis (the technical term for belly drain) every three weeks. The usual amount drained is six to eight liters. I’m scheduled for a followup next Friday.
I was not aware that there were home drainage kits. I did once joke with the doctor during one of my sessions about just having a shunt or something installed to make the draining easier, but was told that wasn’t practical.
My late wife had a permanent drain line and cap installed in her belly. Which I/we then used to drain her every couple of days. This isn’t the exact system we had, but it was very similar. I’m not now recalling our brand.
Cases of course vary, and there may be some reason your case can’t have a (semi-) permanent drain catheter installed. Ascites is a bitch. Every fresh puncture at the clinic is a fresh infection opportunity.
I do know that when we got her off the “big drain once a month” to the “small drain every 2-4 days” that the difference in her comfort and morale was significant.
Good luck however you get your paracenteses done.
Obviously elder care is its own rant of various sizes, but I can’t help but notice that my sibling has never thought to thank me for all I do for our parents. It’s pissing me off.
Why, just today I drove an hour round trip to press exactly one button. This pales to every other thing I’ve had to do medically in the last weeks, or all the slog of the last years, but today made me resentful.
Sigh. I chose to help. I chose to help.
I am being drawn into the swirl of my GF’s care for her aged Mom and the monster resentments about, well, everything, between GF & her two sibs.
Mom care is just reinforcing lifelong simmering differences in the sibs’ personalities and circumstances and styles. Mom herself is getting less mentally together and more irascible, so it’s unclear to me whether her “refereeing” is in fact more like inciting.
You did. And good for you to be that person of generous spirit. The hard part is deciding that your own internal warm fuzzy about that effort is thanks enough.
Because the chorus of unhappiness from everyone else, including from the recipient(s), following your every act of caring gets old fast. Real old.
I feel your pain. Or at least an echo of it.
Thank you. I feel a little better today.
If by “pressing exactly one button” you mean responding to a prompt on a computer screen, you might want to consider installing a remote desktop manager on your and their computers. When my mother was in an assisted living facility approximately 1000 miles away from me and was no longer capable of assisting with computer support problems, that eliminated the need to make special trips or delay fixing the problem until I was already there for some other purpose.
Do not under-estimate the ability of older relatives to somehow take their computer offline. In my mother’s case, she had a small laptop (so that it could be near her recliner) that she kept putting enough stuff on top of that it would overheat and shutdown.
That being said, I found using Google/Chrome’s remote access worked well. I set up a new email for just the purpose of accessing her machine, logged in on my machine with a separate browser (Chrome, I use Firefox for my stuff), and the same on hers. Hers didn’t have much if any personal info on it, so even if it got hacked there was little risk.
A bonus was that I could fairly easily also access her machine from my IPhone and I-pad.
It was the power button on her iPhone. I worry what that means for the future. Appreciate your suggestions, though. Might come in handy soon.
My late aged MIL used a PC successfully for many years. Along about age 93 her peripheral neuropathy in her hands got so bad she really could not feel much of what she did with them.
Really remarkable things happen when you’re not feeling most of the keys your fingers, and the heels of your hands, are pressing on. Things that render the machine unable to connect to the remote access app I’d set up as @Stana_Claus suggests, with results as @Folacin cautions.
This is a few years ago now but one memorable event her computer was “stuck”. And I couldn’t remote connect either. Cue visit to Mom, which was thankfully ~5 miles across the 'burb, not 500 miles across 3 states.
Her then ancient underpowered, under-RAMed Win-7 machine was on, almost completely unresponsive to keyboard or mouse, but not frozen solid. A maximized GMail window filled the screen. More sleuthing detected about 1000 tabs in the browser. All GMail. All burning CPU cycles like mad, and utterly overloading the virtual memory unto thrashing hell.
She’d evidently rested her hand on Ctrl-D while fiddling with something else on her desk and keyboard repeat dutifully opened 1000 copies of the then-current window.
To her credit she was reluctant to reboot with the power switch, and the machine was waaay too unresponsive to use the Start menu’s shutdown UI. So I hit the power switch for her, ready to deal with any failure to reboot issues. It was fine.
She did that rather often by the time she was really old.
Yeah, Mom is 90. I’m both amazed at how well she does and terrified every time something is acting up. I’m not so great at IT or, let’s say, at IT with grace and patience.