My computer, the Veg-O-Matic II, was down for quite awhile, afflicted with a virus that my computer guy said he’d never seen before. I’ve been using Har’s laptop, bending over the coffee table, growling at the tiny keyboard with shallow keys and the bizarre flat thing that doesn’t work as a mouse. I hated it. I hated not having the money to get my own fixed. My money woes are caused by mismanagement at this point, not by lack. I mean, I’m still poor, but I have enough to take care of my needs. I don’t care to be reminded that a computer is a need.