Paul bought me a new optical mouse. He thought it would be a snap to hook it up. I wanted him to wait until after I had finished working on my current book -- multiple Word files that can take 30 minutes or more to open all together, so I have not been shutting off my computer, just saving the files at the end of the day and picking up again the next morning. I told him that if he DID want to install the new mouse this weekend, he should get up earlier than me and do it then, the implication being that he should NOT try to do it as "just one more thing before finally going to bed," because at 2 or 3am, he gets careless. The implication was lost on him. He installed the mouse around that time, fucked up and closed all my files, had to reopen them, fucked up one of them, etc. And didn't even reopen all that I had open before. (He also wiped the Google desktop search off, but at least that was easy for me to recover.) So not only did he screw up my stuff, he had to stay up at least an hour later than otherwise -- which he does way too often, and I worry about his health.
And then this morning, when I found out what he had done, I was so upset that I inadvertently closed all the files again.

Which is why I have so much time to bitch here: I can't do ANYTHING Word-based while the files are reopening.
I'm not sure whether I'm more upset about his staying up too late too often,

or that he screwed up my work.
Ah -- looks as though the files are open again.

Back to work!