Updated, Wednesday, 5:30 pm
Yesterday, suddenly, a black screen. Looks like the power supply. So if anyone is trying to get in touch with me, and I'm slow in responding, it's because I can only use a somewhat-hobbled older computer, and can access email only sporadically. Hoping to be back and reliably online in a few days.
It's a strange feeling to look over at that tightly shut silver case, as silent as someone who stubbornly refuses to talk. It's so much a part of me, that laptop, that I sometimes think it's attached. I can manage without it - this is a backup, older laptop I'm using - but inside the silver one are all my photos, all my emails, all my addresses and contacts, my book and all my other writings...yes, it's backed up, but I'm so used to having all of that right there, at the ends of my fingers, that it is very disconcerting. A state I hope won't last too long.