So three days ago my computer died a terrible, agonizing death. It was so dead I couldn’t even turn it on. No Mac frowny face, no question mark. Just a little message saying I should reboot. It would have been very, very easy to get caught in an endless loop, especially as I enjoy following orders. I kept on doing as I was told, rebooting time and time again, but eventually I had to leave for a meeting.
So now I have a fancy new computer, and I face once again the dilemma that confronts us all in such times: what do I name my hard drive?
My past several hard drives have been named, in chronological order, Beelzebub, Elizabeth Bennett, and Becky Sharp.
At the moment I’m considering Florence Foster Jenkins but I suspect I’ll be over that by the time I wake up tomorrow.