My broken computer, which for weeks stumped the experts, has experienced a “Lourdes” type miraculous cure. Chris, who once again stepped up as the “driver to the cure” (my heart attack) got me to the Apple store where the laying on of hands took place.
So, I’m back.
It’s just as well that my keyboard didn’t work these last few weeks. No combination of words, even thoughtfully conceived, could have captured how the country has turned on a dime.
So far, they’re getting away with everything.
Maybe enough of us, hearing about my iMac, will rise from our chairs, throw away our crutches, and usher in a new day. I’ll start typing.
