Normally the DHL guy won’t leave anything without me signing for it, yet today he dropped off a big box without so much as a knock on the door.
There it was on the porch: the cardboard shell containing my baby—one day sooner than I expected it—back from its stay at the Apple Institute for Fried Logic Boards.
With trembling fingers I ripped open the box, kissed my iBook all over, told it how much I missed it and kissed it some more. It’s a little grubby but it’s nothing a little Klear Screen can’t handle. When I pressed the power button, it started right up. I downloaded all my e-mail and when I heard the familiar glass “ting” a tear came to my eye.
Everything’s all better now.