So, I took White Dog to the Apple Store because the touchpad is squirrely about responding. And, instead of saying “You’re a crackhead, this computer is fine”, they KEPT IT. Argh. The Apple store is a 30-ish minute drive from our house so I will probably not be able to retrieve it until Saturday. Until it returns, I am using The Boy’s laptop.
Oh, White Dog, come home soon.
(Admittedly, the screen on this thing is HUGE, and that’s not bad)
It was mortifying, though. I hadn’t realized how dirty White Dog’s screen is. It was the technical equivalent to wearing dirty underwear to the hospital. Sheesh.