The good - the astonishing - news is that the taxman sent me a cheque a couple of days ago. The interesting news is that the tax department sent me a demand for payment in the same postal delivery. But the former outweighed the latter by a cheering amount.
This means that I'll be able to afford some kind of Mac or another external hard drive, when my brain and energy are getting to a level when I can work out what to buy and how I transfer files from the bunged up PC - the 'how to and on what' question is on hold for now, with my brain so fuzzy.
The books I ordered arrived (lovely) and I'm taking them with me this afternoon - we are off to a T.M. retreat in Cumbria, which means that I will be having a reading retreat while Peter is at meetings. And the challenge will be how to journal when I can only handwrite two or three words at a time. I've been developing arthritis in my right hand and signing 250 Christmas cards (business ones as well as personal) seems to have been the last straw! So, when the computing snarl-up is solved, I'll look at voice-activated software for Macs. In the meantime I'll take the PowerBook, as I can still type with my middle fingers. Though journaling seems to flow better when handwriting - oh, well. At least I have the option.
In the last couple of days the Dyson has broken, the washing machine has broken - impermanence all around! Still, my sense of humour seems intact - how could it not be with all this disintegration all around?
"And the First Noble Truth is....." :-)