I did, however, emerge from that in plenty of time to go catch up with the second half of the cosplay shoot, which meant a hike to the Red Line that providentially allowed for a stop at an Apple Store to finally replace the frickin' mouse that's actually been misbehaving since before George was even born. (And as to the passing of Steve Jobs, lector, si monumentum requiris, circumspice.) New Mouse is a step backwards from a wireless to the current wired model of that same form-factor, since the freaky touchscreentop model is A) too small for my hands and B) seems like asking for trouble when I'm barely coordinated enough to use one that's not trying to misinterpret my every twitch; I have already got caught on the cord twice and I just turned this damn thing on, but I'll get the (literal) kinks worked out eventually. Or not. It will, at any rate, be nice to not be losing signal every couple of minutes, assuming the ports hold up...
Tags: fiction_and_sausages, technowhinging, this_so-called_life_of_mine