Something bad has happened. Our laptop, sole guardian of all Mexican photos has Xs for eyes, has kicked the bucket, has bought the farm, has gone to laptop heaven. For no apparent reason. It's the horror story we all dread: in perfect health one day and dropped dead the next. We won't go into how angry I am. Mostly I am just sad. I called a local PC repair guy and he said he can try to recover what's on the hard drive. Operative word here is try. I'm not holding my breath. But I am secretly praying to the God of Hard Drives, futile as that may be.
Recompute Computers of Missoula, MT: get bent.
On a lighter note, the sun was out today and I put on my Chacos!