Entr'acte

Okay, so we've been crappy correspondents lately -- not that anyone's complained, exactly. Often we just get too carried up in our Adventures to write them down; once in a while we're getting paid to write other things and don't have it in us to spew extracurricular verbiage; and sometimes the Adventures themselves seem to droop below the amorphous Mason-Dixon line that separates those few Things Other People Might Conceivably Find Mildly Interesting from the tedious grind of twenty-first-century American family life.

For instance, I've spent the last two days trying to migrate everything from my old laptop to my new one -- want to hear all about it? I didn't think so. I'll just say that the nadir came when the tech support guy and I finally gave up on the Migration Assistant and the Network File Sharing and decided I should give the (also new) external hard drive a try, and I opened up the box and discovered that the USB cable, which was supposed to come with the drive, somehow hadn't. When I returned from a head-clearing walk in the dark, Simon approached me -- gingerly -- and handed me a USB cable he claimed to have found on the floor by the front door, and asked if it was the one I was looking for. I'm not exactly clear on how it got from the sealed hard drive box into his possession, but have elected not to pursue the matter any further.

Several more false starts and a Microsoft licensing issue later, I sit here triumphantly typing on a sleek, silent, speedy machine that has yet to freeze up mysteriously and lose two hours of work.

(Knock wood.)

(And thanks, Mom.)

Now: on to some Adventures worthy of the name.