Machines Hate Me

My lawmower quit on me about a month ago. Two weeks ago my vaccuum cleaner went on a little excursion all by itself, leaving me holding its severed handle. And today my desktop computer bit the cyber-big one.

(I'm typing this very, very gently on my laptop.)

I'm going to climb on an airplane in three days. I'm trying not to see a pattern.

Sheesh.