Frailty, thy name is...

I suppose I am lucky that I have been this long without a computer meltdown. It was bound to happen. Inevitable, right?

Losing a computer feels a little missing a friend. I usually sit down to my computer without thinking about it, without a plan. Now, I sit down to my desk and wonder why I'm there. And why does it look so strange? Ah, the desktop is missing. It's away at the desktop doctor. So I stare at the worthless screen for a minute, then turn to my surrogate friend, the laptop. But it's just not the same. It feels like cheating.

And I've lost so much. My address book, my photos, my notes. Who knew twenty years ago that my life would revolve around a black box no bigger than our Tivo (who knew there would be Tivo????). Frailty, thy name is... technology! I like that better than Shakespeare's version, don't you?