Hi all. Well, yes. it’s Tuesday. I committed a cardinal sin: I missed my deadline. In my mind, former editors, bosses, and professors have formed a chorus to chastise me.
But I have a note from Beth, who was present at the disaster. On Saturday morning, we headed out for coffee with our laptops in tow, looking to have breakfast while catching up on stuff.
I opened up and powered on, and I noticed that I had only 5% power remaining. That was odd, given that I’m certain it had been left plugged in overnight. I hadn’t brought my charger, so I closed up and settled for doing the Times Saturday crossword (the hardest of the week, no contest) while Beth pecked away.
Eventually we packed up, and at home I plugged back in. Power was down to 1 percent. It didn’t shut off, but even while plugged in, it didn’t increase the charge level. I looked up various remedies that didn’t work, and then decided on the age-old remedy: Restart.
Mistake. It hasn’t powered up since that fateful decision. On to the sleek new Apple store on Michigan Avenue. It took a couple of hours (I was a walk-in) to learn that it’d be $750 and they’d have to send it out for three days. Somehow, some gunk had gotten into the power port. I have no idea how or when. But they showed me and yes, there’s gunk in there.
I call Beth, we do the math, and I settle on a new MacBook Pro. I used to get excited when I got a new computer. I used to enjoy driving, too.
That was just the beginning. Luckily, I had a fairly recent backup and things went swimmingly, until they didn’t. A bunch of stuff simply didn’t make the trip from the old to the new computer. So, for about 48 hours I was wrestling and cajoling and entering settings until I have gotten this machine and my life mostly whole.
I had another topic in mind for yesterday, but it’ll wait til next Monday.
In the meantime, I’m wholly salved: Pitchers and catchers report to spring training camp, and it’s Mardi Gras.
Laissez les bons temps rouler!