yesterday, lappy fell violently ill. there was much coughing and churning and freezing. ultimately, he was sick enough to necessitate my wrapping him in pink corderoy (clearly, he's a gay man) and trotting him down to the apple store amidst a nasty blizzardy mess of snow and rain and general yucko to see what the matter was.
i had a sneaking suspicion the matter was not good. during the train ride, i made peace with the fact that my files were probably lost forever and found comfort in the knowledge that recent copies of the PB and the JB are floating about. all was not lost! significant chunks of various unspeakably awesome things, yes, but not all.
so i trotted up michigan ave through the blizzardy yucko mess to the apple store and sat down with noel. noel plugged lappy up to a bunch of thingys and ran a bunch of tests and half-assedly attempted a valiant resuscitation. then, his eyes glued to the three screens before him, noel (who liked to say my name a lot) said, i know you aren't going to be okay with this, caroline, but i see no other choice, caroline, but to erase your harddrive. caroline, are you okay, caroline?
since i really was okay and had more or less resigned myself to this state of affairs over an hour before, i responded truthfully and rather a bit overly gung-ho: yes, noel!
for the first time, noel's eyes pulled away from the screens and he actually looked at me. he furrowed his brows, leaned forward earnestly, and clasped my hand. and then noel said, i'm very impressed, caroline, with how well you're taking this truly devestating blow. caroline, all too many people make a scene in the market-place.