My Mac went wacky on me last night. Turns out my memory card was loose — or perhaps the slot is going bad. At any rate, a friend came over today and fixed it for me. We also got me more memory, so now my Powerboook is really whizzing along. Yay!

But I was really sweatin’ it for a while. I have never backed up anything and thinking of all the pictures and music I’d lose just about crushed me. Not to mention the cost of repairing my baby. Granted, I have Apple Care until next June (as in ’07) but still, it’s possible that the cost of whatever was wrong might not be covered. This baby cost me $3k, a sum which I don’t currently have were I need to replace it. I would cry serious crocodile tears if that were to happen. I prayed and begged and talked for a long time to God about this whole thing. Ultimately I was able to give it over to Him before falling to sleep but was still rather anxious until my friend came and worked his magic.

When my friend was able to get my Mac running again, by simply moving my memory card around, from one slot to another and back again, we both came to the firm conviction that Jesus really loves Macs. How could it be otherwise? Such a problem in a PC would doubtless require many hours of repair and many dollars in cost. But with a simple adjustment, my Mac was back to its old self again. Yes, Jesus does indeed love Macs.

[[whiplash alert]]

There’s a firefly in my house (don’t say I didn’t warn you). I think he flew in while I was seeing my friend off. I’ve learned since moving here that it’s not wise to leave a door open here in Tennessee. All sorts of critters and flying "things"  invite themselves in and make themselves at home when you do. Normally I close my door behind me, no matter how short of time I’ll be outside. I just forgot tonight (a by-product of spending most of my life in LA, where critters don’t tend to invite themselves — only thieves do — so as long as you’re nearby you can leave your door wide open all you want; in other words, it was force of habit).

And now I have a little blinking visitor desperately looking for someone to love. I didn’t notice him until I turned off the lights. I don’t want to kill the beautiful thing; but I don’t really want this flashing neon penlight floating around the room all night. Who knows what I’ll think it is when I wake up in the middle of the night and see it. I could seriously freak out, kill the poor thing and leave a nice glow-in-the-dark stain on whatever I squish it against. That would just be a plain waste of a glow-y life.

Yeah. I’m too tired to be blogging. Too much stress over the last day. I think I’ll go to bed now….