Laptop: dead. Mailing it in to IBM this morning. They will probably have to mail it to me in Los Alamos, I doubt they can get it from me, fix it, and have it back to me by Friday.

The good news is that I don't have much of a limp anymore and can walk around wherever I please. OK enough good news. Midterm on Wednesday.

So good news and bad news seem to be travelling together these days. The good news is that Airborn Express starts delivering at 9am, and theygot my box here at 9:12am. So my laptop is all packaged up and ready to ship to IBM. So far everything is going quicker than I planned, and that's definitely good.

The bad news is that Moncure is sleeping with the fishes, so to speak. Yes, Moncure est mort. Not my surgeon, the goldfish. Dead. And he was the cute one too. And now Ashby is lonely.