RIP faithful friend. The I-mac is down. Jordan will try to resuscitate it tomorrow evening, but Charles reported in such vivid detail the death throes that I have dim hopes of a recovery. The new wrinkle is how to get things hooked into this little notebook, such as the camera download, so life can continue along.
I thought it would be enough to simply recover from surgery. How silly— women are supposed to be the consummate multi-taskers, and "simple recovery" doesn't qualify in its present stand-alone form.
*Sigh*
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