My computer died. Or is dying. And for some reason I’m taking it so personally. Like it’s my fault. Like I did some to offend it.
My husband has offered to take it to the Mac store. But he warns me that there’s a good chance I may need a new computer altogether.
Which means I’ll need to be spending too much money. Ugh. Y’know that rainy day fund we’re all supposed to keep? I guess this is a rainy day.
Then again, first world problems.