Not much to write about since my return to work post-vacation, until today. Early this afternoon, my favourite Mac, my baby Mac, the 12-inch Powerbook called Agnes, had a fatal hard drive failure. I am stricken. Not because I lost data — everything important is backed up redundantly — but because it was really a trusted tool and gave me pleasure every day I used it. It was light and small enough to use in the rocking chair in the sunroom, or even tucked up in bed. It went to BC, Australia and the UK with me, plus New Brunswick, Texas, Massachusetts and several other places. It was my Skype and iChat machine, to keep in touch with my daughter in Edinburgh, my friend in Korea, my sister in Toronto and my mum down the street. Being over four years old, it’s an obsolete model, so it is truly irreplaceable. I can get something sleeker, faster, better, but not so efficiently small. I shall miss it.