I had planned to post another essay on longevity this weekend,  adding to my most recent ones (see here, and here) but my computer was dithering over every word as its hard drive spun recklessly and out of control. So Saturday morning I took my old PC in to a national chain and had its data transferred to a new machine I bought. Then the real trouble started.

My peripherals took issue with my new machine, to gloss over hours of teeth gnashing, so I took sleek newbie back and reclaimed my old dawdling PC. But old reliable had changed and refused to recognize me; my opening PIN had apparently been changed, so I was shut out. My old PC clammed up and refused to do business with me, probably thanks to the guy who did the data transferring from my slow ancient to the disastrous new.

End result? I am typing this, slowly and uncomfortably, on my iPad while working with an unfamiliar “back door” view of my site, writerken.com.  Someday, maybe soon, I may have a computer that works. If so, I’ll get back to focusing on aging, at least for a while. Stay tuned.