Ode to a Dying Computer
Once again, my computer is broken.
Oh the agony of that moment when we first realize our electronic devices are gone.
My computer coughed and refused to boot up.
I sat and waited and watched. I kept a steady vigil and spoke a prayer or two; there was nothing more I could do.
I took it to the doctor this morning, and unfortunately my computer will not recover without a transplant.
I feel like Marsha Brady when she made two dates for the school dance: “This is the WORST thing that’s ever happened to me!”
And like Marsha, this is clearly not the worst thing that has or ever will happen to me.
How awfully I feel it.