Purging a Plague

Belated thanks to my brilliant Noogler son, Michael, who so very patiently set up a long-distance-technical-something-or-other-thingy last night so he could de-virus and reload crucial programs to my nearly ancient laptop. This took over an hour and a half. It's a good thing I'm his mom because I probably couldn't afford his hourly rate. We were on the phone as well so chatting with him and hearing about the dog's antics were most enjoyable. I am also grateful to my local brilliant son, Reid, who saw that something bad was happening a week ago and supplied me with something called RKill that made my computer operable again, though we weren't certain it was completely fixed. Finally, I am grateful that we age at a different rate than electronic contraptions. Leaving me, at 54, mellowed like a fine wine, while at 6.5, my computer is doddering at the edge of obsolescence.