The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
- Mark Twain
My computer, apparently, was merely in a coma. Or perhaps it just wanted the day off. Either way, when my favorite IT guy called to offer assistance, it started up and acted normal. Perhaps my brother-in-law's phone call just struck the fear of replacement into the heart of its hard drive.
So, St. Nick just saved himself a pretty penny. I think he'll get me an external hard drive so I can back up five years worth of precious family memories as well as my checkbook register (I use Quicken), so the next time she flat lines it won't cause migraine-inducing stress.
Today, a few items on the school list, wrapping up week 11 for Fritz and Katie (Billy finished week 10 yesterday and I'm leaving him there). Take dog to kennel. Clean house. Load car. Grocery store so we have food on Saturday morning when we get back from Pennsylvania. Wash all cloth diapers so the house smells nice when we get home.
I'm looking forward to two days of having nothing to do.