To Be Continued...

Yep. I'm still alive.

My computer, not so much.

I'm typing this now on a borrowed laptop--a laptop I need to return to its rightful owner all too soon. My computer--my poor, lovely computer--has succumbed to some tech disease or another and is refusing to even so much as turn on. It sits there, it's computer screen black with mourning, bemoaning the blogs that might have been.

And oh--the stories are good. You'll see, once I get around to telling them. They're totally worth checking back soon. Sibling manipulation. The E.R. on Christmas Eve. It's good stuff, I tell you. Good stuff.

But until then, there may have to be radio (or blogger) silence, since my only options are typing on my iPod touch or prying W's work computer from his stiff, workaholic fingers. (Love you, honey! Love your laptop, too! Thanks for soloing the whole bringing-home-the-bacon bit!) Neither option ends pretty.

And so, I'm off to the Apple Store. Cross your fingers for me. Toes, too, if you're able. And then send me a picture, 'cause that'd be a trick you don't see every day.