The Death of my Dell

On Good Friday, my 5 year-old Dell Inspiron laptop died.  It did not rise from the dead on Sunday.  Perhaps it is in paradise.  In any case, I had long since stopped saving things I actually care about to the internal hard drive, but rather to a set of external drives, so I don’t really care.  Only problem is, we weren’t planning on getting me a new computer until at least November.  I know, for $150 I could have a brand spankin’ new machine complete with all the built-in garbage software I could ever dream of, but I’ve got my heart set on a Mac, and those don’t come cheap.

And so, for the time being, it looks like I’ll be writing my blogs the old-fashioned way–on pen and paper and then hammering them out on Tara’s laptop when I can get a hold of it.  At least I can make use of that leather notebook.  Listen to me!  My whole family shared a single machine for pretty much all of my childhood, and now I’m freaking out because now my wife and I don’t have our own, separate, computers.  No computer until November?  Challenge accepted.