So, Sunday night, I was feeling sort of gloomy, and my friend came over to take me to dinner.
And we had a lovely dinner, and then went out for a drink or two.
And I walked home and went to bed.
I woke up to the pitter-pat of rain outside several times, but it was still so so so so hot that I had to drag my mattress into the living room, where the air conditioning is, to sleep. I didn't sleep well, but I did eventually wake up.
And realized that before dinner I'd left my Mac out on the deck, where it stayed until morning, in the rain.
I was obviously already running late when I discovered it, so I brought the laptop in and put it face-down on a towel, and then ran out of the house. I came home from work a little early, and did what I could to dry and revive my poor computer, but it was no use. Pressing the "on" button made a little scary crackly noise at first. Now it does not do that, even.
Then I went to sleep for fifteen hours. So while the computer story is true, it may also be a metaphor.
Image by someone called "Shorelander," who wants credit.