Clarabelle, the love of my life, has moved on.
We won't discuss the actual place she's visiting now, because parts of her may be all over...literally.
You will recall that she suffered the White Screen of Death illness some time back. I took her to the computer doctor, but all he could do was clean out her air filter to make her more comfortable.
We all knew the end was eminent then.
Sure enough, this past week she gave up the ghost. I'm quite sure it didn't have a thing to do with that cup of coffee I took to bed with me that mysteriously landed empty on the floor. Surely not.
But it did seem strange that after that incident (which I'm not saying actually HAPPENED, mind you), poor old Clarabelle wouldn't boot up.
And she had this funny electrical burning type of smell...a sure sign bad things were going on.
So, what does one do with a laptop carcass?