You may remember the above photo from a post about my computer blitzing out on me. It wasn’t due to my actions (or inaction), and it was just a big, fat bummer. After a lot of pain and suffering, it was made right in the end. And I was happy.
A few days ago, my computer blitzed out again. This time, it was due entirely to my actions: I spilled coffee on my precious. And y’all, I may have done the old gal in this time.
She’s with a tech right now, being diagnosed. I’m trying to keep a positive outlook. I’m trying to be hopeful, and confident in the tech’s abilities to undo the damage I’ve inflicted. I’m trying.
But the truth is, there’s a small part of me that’s already dreading the cost of a replacement computer. There’s a part of me that aches over the time needed to re-install all the software and programs. There’s a part of me that wants to burst into tears.
This wasn’t part of my holiday plans, and I’m heart-broken over the whole affair. And I’m terribly disappointed with myself for being so danged klutzy. Which I truly am. Klutzy, I mean.
I’m hoping Santa will bring me some good news on the computer front. And if you happen to have an in with the big guy, maybe mention that I’ve been a good girl this year, and ask him to sprinkle some magic dust over my precious. You know, if you’ve got an in…