We’re not sick, but the computer has a virus I can’t shake. I’d take it to the Apple store, but they’re closed. Apple support wait is 3 hours. So I’ll shut down. Email will still come in to my iPad. See you.
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Bummer. We were at the mall in Florida the week before we left and there were EIGHT Apple employees standing outside the obviously closed store, I guess to deal with distraught customers who hadn’t heard that they were closed and showed up anyway, or perhaps as a block in case they decided to rush the store en masse.
Rick has got computer probs.
Perhaps there are computer knobs
That when you turn and twist ’em
And stroked, caressed, and kissed ’em
That’ll send a message to CPU
That really all you want to do
Is to tell that silly computer noggin
To get all better so Rick can go bloggin’