I just don't deal well with hardware. Be it someone else's computer or my own, I just really ought not be let at delicate machinery. While I'm not one of those blessed people who somehow manages to type 'format C' within five minutes of going at a DOS prompt, I've got the kind of karma that can erase hard drives just by looking at them. On Thursday, I conned Pastor Bruce into another lunch at Amherst Chinese. We actually had a good time talking about handbells and ordination, in that order.
Bells are just too expensive.
It just makes more sense. Add that to the fact that I love New England and Pastor Bruce, and this is shaping up to be a Very Good Thing. Well, neither had I, so we tromped down to the library, checked it out, retreated to her room, and watched it. I forgot what a long, excellent movie it was. However, before it was over, Tal and Michael showed up, asking Laura what time they were going to go out to eat for Michael's birthday, which was Thursday.