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It's been a very Mac day.

Things have just been very quiet and relaxed around here. Around noon today, I called the Apple Store we had waited at on Friday and the guy told me they had "limited stock" and we should come right away. We didn't even get potty stops in before we left, we just took off. It's about a 20 minute ride. When we got there, they had ONE left, which went to K, because she's the one who's really been wanting it and waited on two lines on Friday. Anyway, my eye doctor's office is maybe a half mile from the store, so I'll stop in on after my appointment on Friday.

In the meantime, GO ME, because I added RAM to my laptop before, and I have never ever messed with the innards of a Mac til now. Years back, I thought nothing of tinkering with PC guts, setting jumper switches and upgrading CPU's, but my eyes aren't what they used to be, and I really really really didn't want to mess this up. But I forgot: it's a Mac. The directions are clear and the process was stupid easy, virtually impossible to get wrong. I was worried that I had possibly not gotten the right RAM, but I did. Now I can install that USB turntable thing, which I didn't want to do until I had the more memory.

Weird mail of the day: three letters from lawyers who found out about my ticket in the public record and are offering me free consultations and possible representation. Do I really need a lawyer for this? Well, the Hubs -- a lawyer -- will know, and if he says yes, it's probably a perfect job for Wonderful Niece. Especially since I can pay her with a Bare Escentuals gift certificate.

Oh, today is the anniversary of us, 31 years. I cannot believe that, but I know it's true. We're going out for dinner, but I can't think of where, and probably with the girls over the weekend.

In the meantime, I'm just being lazy. Otherwise feeling fine, for me.

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