Kicking and screaming I have been dragged into the century of Google Chrome. It has not been pretty. Some things work, some things elude me, some things I would like to take a three pound hammer to.
As with all things Google, it likes to direct traffic whether the traffic wants to go there or not. I woke up this morning to find half the icons on my desktop had been changed to Google icons. Mine, it gurgles, all mine.
By nature I dislike change. Adopteds have that problem (considering the traumatic goings on at the beginning, all out of their control) for their entire lives, to one extreme or the other. Some of us dislike leaving (home, friends, changing schools), some dislike being left behind, no matter how innocent the intent. So when change is forced on us by outside sources it becomes doubly difficult to handle. Lotta whining and moaning.
A little voice keeps saying, "It shouldn't be this hard' and another little voice just sniggers.