Aaaughh

Oy, it's amazing how upset I can get when this laptop refuses, for no apparent reason, to behave dependably. I take it personally.
I suddenly seem to believe that it is not, as I've been taught, an inanimate object; it is alive, and has a grudge against me.
How do I propitiate the Spirit of the Laptop?

I have heard, several times, the chirp that indicates arriving email. But nothing has appeared. Oh, pffft.
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Th day began with some confusion, then settled out into some semblance of sanity. The Farmer's Market was a delight; and at the nearby bandshell, a band played Middle Eastern music.
A beautiful day.

I wonder if I can pray for the healing of the laptop?
(I joke, to cover the fact that I am intensely and intermittently praying for the healing of a colleague and friend following surgery.)

Good night.