My cold has progressed to the stage that Tim likes to call my “sexy voice,” but I call my “unable to communicate with the hearing voice.” The good news about this particular stage is that we’re definitely on the downhill portion of the cold, headed towards daylight.
I’ve got to buy a wedding gift tomorrow. Which means I have
to go to Bed Bath & Beyond. Shite. (Is it still cursing if it’s British?)
Since Auggie broke the “0” and “-” keys off of my keyboard last week, the good people at Apple shipped me a new one. (Can I just plug AppleCare for a minute here? With a replacement battery and now a replacement keyboard, that thing has already paid for itself. Highly recommended.) This keyboard doesn’t feel as smooth as the old one, though. The keys themselves seem tackier. I like it.