He's dead, Dave. Everybody's dead. Everybody is dead, Dave

A public service announcement: my computer's keyboard has shorted out. Because the keyboard does not work, I have not yet determined if there is other damage. Until further notice, I do not have a computer. I have the loan of derspatchel's laptop for e-mail and Nokia, that I may remain employed, but everything else is right out. Fortunately, I have a recent backup. Unfortunately, I really can't do much about transferring it to this machine. It is my superstitious hope that Bertie Owen will prove amenable to light repair, because I cannot, literally cannot, afford to replace him right now. I am concerned.

I slept approximately an hour last night due to five o'clock shenanigans with cats, a securely closed door, a smashed glass, and being in the shower when I heard the unmistakable sound of breakage on hardwood (I woke Rob to help, I took a piece of glass out of my foot, I finished my shower, we cleaned up my office, I had a doctor's appointment at nine o'clock this morning), so I am going to lie down now. Then I have to work a lot. Anyway, if I'm not online much today or in days to come, that's why.

This year.