Digital darkness

I found time to do ironing yesterday, and washing of the kitchen floor.

On the eve of Christmas (or Xams, as iJustin prefers), my trusty dirt cheap second hand computer suffered a fatal hard drive problem, from which no amount of CPR elicited resurrection. When your hard drive makes gurgly and screeching noises, you know you’re in serious trouble.

When system restore insists there’s no good config from which to restore, you start to sweat a little.

When the operating disk to do a rebuild chugs along from process to process, before declaring – in effect – “sorry, can no do, your hard drive is fucked”, you sweat, shake and shrug.

Nearly eight years of trusty service, not rebuild once in that time; never touched, other than adding a bit of ram about seven years ago - can't complain really, although I'd very much like to.

So, if things are awfully quiet around here (in the public and private domains), for quite some time, you’ll understand why.

Resumption of normal transmissions is in search of a target date.

Meanwhile, I have found time to do mundane things that ordinarily escape my interest.

Maybe on the weekend I’ll trot around the local park and initiate pleasant conversations with strangers.