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Well, the good news is that I haven't been very productive the last month.

I'm sure many of you brilliant dear readers have already anticipated the next sentence. Yep - in the middle of random websurfing this afternoon, my 1.5 year old MacBook froze. When I tried to restart it, it went click-click-click Question Mark of Doom. So I made an appointment at the Genius Bar.

Of course, just as we were leaving for the Genius Bar, Mac decides that having not had a bowel movement for 24 hours, Now Is The Time!!! Over himself, me, the recliner...Quick cleanup job, dash out the door with him shoeless, arrive still in time for my appt...to discover that the hard drive is fried. It wasn't until the walk home that I had the vague memory that when I had gone off to my conference in late April, I had put a bunch of files on the zip drive. As it turns out, I had, so I basically haven't lost any work on the book or articles, and all my music had just gotten transferred onto the Ipod Nano. If they aren't able to recover any data - which they said was highly likely - mostly I'll have lost BSG Season 2, a bunch of bad pictures of Mac (the good ones being up on Flickr), some creative writing, a long list of useful bookmarks, and my faith in Apple computers. Apples used to be reliable, and have great service, and be really durable - that was why they were worth the extra money. These days? Not so much.

I haven't even mentioned that getting to the Apple Store involved 5 blocks of walking on my sprained ankle, made admittedly easier by being able to use the stroller as a walker - or that I've woken up the last six days with a fever, sore throat, coughing, vague nausea, difficulty speaking, and extreme lethargy - or that Mac has wreaked further destruction on his room - or that the apartment is a disaster and my in-laws are arriving in four days.

To end on a happy note, Mac's Words of the Day are "Meat," (Roast Beef), "Beer," (for Root Beer), and "Blue," (not in relation to the first two.) I couldn't take him out because of my ankle, so our special mom-son bonding activity was a bath as long as he wanted. (We have all these books and songs about coaxing your child into the bath - "even elephants take baths!" "Baths have fun bubbles!" - which seem to be under the impression that most children think baths were invented by the Nazis. Mac does not have this problem, and always looks a bit puzzled when we read these stories.) Anyways, his great joy of the day was spending ten minutes carefully filling his Conncon cup under the tub faucet, carrying it to the other end of the tub, pouring it out, and then returning and repeating the process.