Our CPU is suddenly showing no signs of life. We don't know why, but it's going to have to get in line with our roof (which Rita tore a hole in that FEMA thought was too insignificant to help us out with), the wiring in our dining room and the washing machine to get fixed. (Yesterday afternoon, Chad started a load of laundry and the machine was still working on it TWELVE HOURS LATER.)
If you've sent mail to our verizon address, who knows when we'll see it. I'll be using Chad's laptop whenever he's not.
Oh CPU, we hardly knew you.