I know, I know, there's nothing new on here. It's not really my fault. I swear.
Sometime after we got our beloved Mac PowerBook a couple of years ago, we started calling it "The Baby." As in: "Where's The Baby?" "Is The Baby charged up?" "Can I play with The Baby?" "Are we bringing The Baby on vacation?" You are probably relieved to know that we have mostly stopped doing that, since there is an actual, human, in-utero baby on her way. We do occasionally now call the PowerBook "The First Baby."
Sadly, our First Baby (the sleek, white plastic one with the embossed Apple on its forehead) is in the Apple Infirmary. Two trips to the Genius Bar, one replaced battery, and one replaced logic board did not solve the mysterious fan-running-loud-and-overtime, overheating, rapid battery-draining, and screen freezing that's been going on for a couple of weeks. So, our preshus laptop has been shipped off for more serious repairs. We're all worried, let me tell you. We do have a hard drive, with all our data backed up. Except that I wake up in the middle of the night with neurotic thoughts that something is wrong with the hard drive too! Which are not rational, of course, but probably just an excuse to worry about something other than the bigger things like, say uh, BABY and HOUSE RENOVATION.
So, we've been sans Mac for many long days now. We also had an internet service outage a couple of weeks ago, caused by a lightning-zapped dead modem. The modem is up and running. Just no Mac. Sigh. We've also suspended our DirectTV service during the renovations, so we are pretty disconnected with the civilized world. I get a little panicky when I think about all the new Deadliest Catch and Daily Show episodes I'm missing. At least the Olympics are on network TV right now, a media form which I'd quite forgotten about since being introduced to the wonders of satellite and Tivo. Between our new HDTV adaptor and antenna and our BlackBerries, we're managing to survive. So don't worry about us. Except that there are a lot of evenings ahead of huddling in our bedroom (the only habitable part of the house) with take-out burritos and new episodes of The Biggest Loser. So if you do happen to have the complete DVD set of Buffy The Vampire Slayer to loan out, I wouldn't turn it down.