It took them a week to fix the laptop, though it took me several weeks to initiate the process. Few things equal the rush of pure joy I experienced when I saw the yellow DHL truck pulling into the driveway. I was listening to Ravel's Bolero, and it fit perfectly.
(the soundtrack for the day is a newagey remix of Bolero. I couldn't easily find a recording of the original online.)
I am grateful for my equipment failures. They always teach me something about my relationship to the tools I use. This time, while it was bad for my wrists, was very fruitful as a struggle of the mind. I learned how to use hypertext writing methods on paper.
More on this later. I have so much to say, so much to write about. The pent up thoughts of a month's silence are ready to burst. But I must hold it in for the moment; homework awaits.