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Yeah, well. First, there was the coffee incident with the Macbook keyboard, which 24 hours later has not resolved itself. So Macbook is in the hands of the nice repair people, who smiled kindly when they told me it might be a logic board problem, or it might just be the keyboard, shrug, they'll call me. Because I am a) paranoid, and b) a programmer, the important data is backed up routinely. And my writing is all managed by a Subversion repository offsite (aka, on the Linux box in the half-rack I rent at a colo), so that is all safe, and Ars Draconis part 3 will commence its second draft tonight. But. My Mac. With all my data and infons arranged just so. Not with me! Bleat!

Then there are the "gusts" of wind, topping 35 mph, that apparently are enough to turn Silicon Valley into a third-world country. Intermittent power at my workplace. Intermittent Internet at my home. (ETA: The Chron says gusts have topped 50mph, so okay then. That is sufficient excuse for toppled telephone poles.)

On the plus side: I smell like cranberries today, thanks to glimmergirl! And I have many lovely small pieces of paper that I am afraid to do anything with lest I destroy them with my clumsy fingers, thanks to emmessann!