Walking through the door, my dear wife suggested something.  Something that raised red flags.  Something that indicated a disaster.  A disaster I would soon confront.

“You might want to have a beer with dinner.” Dear God!  Who died?

Well, it’s a sickness.  We don’t know how bad.  Just that it beeps.  Desperately beeps.  Ready to give up the ghost.  Its days may well be numbered.

Yes, as I type this post, our dear aged PC beeps in pain.  Beeps in pain as I desperately backup files.

Hang in there dear friend.  Just a little longer.  I will get you help, I promise.  Now, hold on for just a second…

“Honey, will you please bring me another beer?” It may be a long night, as I stand watch.  Stand watch and backup.  Backup and pray.  Pray and drink beer.