WHERE ART THOU?

Yesterday I added a post, and it's not there...probably just as well. It was whiny.

Daughter Sarah is after me to get a laptop. Was it Groucho Marx who said "The machine age doesn't like me?" A laptop would be just one more thing to go wrong. In the past few days, my car aerial was twisted nearly off, the lid that covers the gas cap fell off, and the washing machine started smoking. It required Christian burial. Why tempt fate with yet another gadget?