My Precious, my magic box, my creative tool, gateway to another world…
After it’s lifeline (the cord) was attacked and bitten to shreds by the hounds of hell (our new puppy) an attempt was made to save it by hooking up a universal power supply.
Alas, by forces unknown, this caused My Precious to relapse and burn out in a mere 24 hours. God nor Google can offer any explanation.
I tried everything… Mouth to mouth, the Heimlich, electric pads. "Stay with me! Just stay with ME!" When I saw the life would not be returning to its cold blank screen, a single tear rolled down my cheek as I whispered sweet nothings into the speaker hole.
My husband found me, withered in the corner with bug-like eyes, hair matted and hiding in the shadows, sporting only a dirty loin cloth.
Needless to say, we’re going to attempt restoring life to my dear precious as soon as possible.
Until then, I’m sorry I won’t be around as much this week:(