The dogs have gone — at least, we took them up to LA this morning, and they fly out tonight.
Then they have 30 days in quarantine in Sydney. I took them for a big walk in the park last night, and Nipper was a bit stiff in his joints this morning, so some warm summer weather will do him good.
The house feels really weird without them.
My beautiful, one-old-lady-driver computer, my sleek and lovely Big Mac, was making strange noises when I started it up this morning, and then I got a strange flashing question-mark icon on an otherwise blank screen. Almost three years to the day since we brought it home from the shop ...
This does not bode well. The nice young man on the Apple hotline said the hard drive either had failed, or was in the process of failing. Gulp.
We are taking it to see the other lovely young people at the Apple store this evening, in the hope I can at least save some of the thousands of pics I still had to shift to the external hard drive that has been sitting on my desk for weeks and weeks. To say nothing of all my music.
I am very sad.