I write to you to report that I have lived a week without a computer and survived — nay, thrived. My old MacBook recovered its life today, yet who knows how long the poor thing will be still with us? It can hardly run two tabs at a time these days.
I’m reading a mile a minute — sorry, 1.6 kilometers per minute — but I don’t feel much desire to type things out here. I’ll try to, though. I suspect the thrill of hitting publish today will be enough to provoke me back to it.