Yesterday morning the unthinkable happened. A steaming fresh mug of perfectly good coffee spilled.... over my fully powered up 17" MacBook Pro. Mr. Venti and I calmly dried her off, shook out the excess drops of wasted caffeine, removed the battery and attempted to dry her off. Through it all, I was eerily calm. Not a glimpse of panic. She'll be okay... right?

I  powered her up last night, rubbed her glistening aluminum chassis and silently prayed she'd come back to life as if nothing happened. The lights were on, but no one was home. Just that Apple icon and loading indicator in a perpetual "loading" loop. Signs weren't looking good, but still I retained my sense of equanimity. Things will be fine. I'm certain of that.

Today we dropped her off to be worked on. Maybe they can pull the bits of perfectly Splenda'd coffee from her circuitry and resuscitate her. Bring my lovely machine back to life. I'm undeniably optimistic. She'll be fine. I'm sure of it.

So if things are a wee bit quiet for a few days or if I don't respond to your email right away it could be because I'm operating now from my old PowerBook and my iPhone. (Yes, we've got a veritable mountain of juicy good Apple equipment here, I'm not ashamed to admit that. Should I be? Nah.) If you're waiting for a note back from me or just want to be absolutely positively 100% certain I have your email address (or simply want to share a similarly horrifying story of a wasted cup of coffee), shoot me a note or drop a comment. I'll just be here tapping my toes and drinking my fresh cup of coffee. Far, far away from all of my glistening computer equipment. And yes, I'll be twittering like crazy in lieu of my big laptop's presence.

And Lord, if you read my blogs, I learned my lesson. Drink first, blog second. I get it. I really, really get it.