Computer Catastrophe!

There I was, sitting in our little booth, minding my own business, when The Professor came knocking on the door. Gladys, either out of some misguided attempt to protect me, or because she knows an easy mark she she sees one, went running to bark at him. In her mad scramble, she knocked over my wine glass, onto my computer keyboard!

Actually, it's mostly recovered, except for the right arrow and the key for the tenth letter of the alphabet. (which rhymes with A or K) Luckily, I don't have to write much about udges or uries, or ugular veins. And I'm not particularly udgemental (except towards Republicans, who are dreadful people)

So what to do? It would be great to get a new computer, but that will have to wait for a few months. I guess I'll ust have to postpone my series on soup de our and immy Carter.