Silenced

My trusty old iMac conked out last night and I am experiencing the utter disconnectedness of not having a computer at my beck and call. It has to go to the Mac hospital tomorrow and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the diagnosis won't be fatal, or too expensive.

My daughter is very kindly letting me use her MacBook Pro in the interim. Never having used a touch pad before, I'm all thumbs and feel more like a dinosaur than ever. Hence this deeply uninspired blip of her chirpy little baby in front of my silent one.

We had our first dusting of snow this morning.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone in the US. May your tables be mirthful and your waistlines elastic.