Dead Computer

My laptop died this morning. I am going to miss her. We’ve grown rather attached over the past few years so that I feel rather like I’ve lost an arm. (A writer without a laptop is like a flower without water!) The worst part is that the timing of her demise is atrocious. We are leaving on Monday to spend two weeks at the Hill Cumorah Pageant as volunteers to supplement the missionary force. They usually get about 200 visitors a day, but during Pageant they get about 2,000 so they need a few extra missionaries for two weeks. After the Pageant we are flying to Ireland to spend two weeks attempting to find remnants of Mr. J’s mission life still flourishing. I am excited about the trip, but at this point there is nothing I can do about replacing my laptop before the trip. (Don't worry, a few years ago this would have caused me a lot of unnecessary pain in the form of devastation, but I'm using my Truth Tools and staying in Truth.) The Truth is the computer is dead. That hurts, but vexing about it would only cause me pain. I’ll just wait until I get home and hope there is something left over for a new computer. If there isn't, "Come what may, and love it."

So, I’ll try to use Mr. J’s computer for daily updates and to take you along with me to New York and Ireland, but things may be sporadic. I think we have wireless Internet at all of the places we are staying and Mr. J is very generous to let me use his computer, but if I miss a few day’s posts, you’ll know why.