Sick Mac. Sick Eames.

Well, it seems like we've been inundated with sickness the past few days, even though Josh and I have both remained healthy. Both Eames and my computer got sick. At exactly the same time. Exactly.

My Mac laptop, which is about two years and a half years old now, decided that it was suddenly too tired to get passed the start up screen. It was just done tuckered out. And the Apple store confirmed it when I finally made it over there to beg them to do something to help. Indeed, my hard drive crashed and they were unable to retrieve any of the data on it. This had the potential to be bad (like 'Holy shit, I'm pregnant..' bad--without the cute baby at the end). Luckily, I haven't been that productive as of late, so I only lost a couple of paragraphs of dissertation work. I backed up my computer 3 months ago and have posted all my best pictures on Picasa or the blog. So, it could've been much, much worse. Turns out Apple is replacing the hard drive on this model for free (along with the case which had a small chip), so I got a new hard drive with a new operating system and the very valuable program Time Machine all for a low, low price of some random pictures, videos, and files. And the awesomeness of Time Machine will keep this from happening again. Lovely.

In the meantime, Eames was running a wicked temp, threw up on me, slept away 3 straight days, and clung to me enough to make me think kangaroos are really on to something with that whole pouch thing. It really was one of the saddest things I've ever seen. But, today--the day I picked up my like-new laptop--he woke up without a fever and smiling. He was even up for a game of peek-a-boo.

It's nice to have everyone back to normal...though, I guess that means I'm out of excuses and need to get back to the writing. Or started on the writing. Ahem.