Okay, campers. Today's the day of Lappy's brain transplant. I totally expect Bruce Campbell to pop up before this is all said and done.

"Solder, solder, solder," the Big Damn Hero sang this morning. "I get to solder, solder, solder."

He's far too happy about this.

And then Peanut tried to steal the new hard drive to act as the brain of her robot. Screw my computing needs, she needs a robot. And no, we're not allowed to ask why the middle woozle needs a robot. It's far too secret, though I expect it has to do with tormenting the cat.

The Big Damn Hero rescued the hard drive before it could become robot brains, and tucked it into his bag. "I get to solder, solder, solder."

I hid under the quilt and requsted a mild sedative.

It has been sort of productive, this week in laptop limbo. For one, we cleaned out the upstairs office, stacking the books that don't have shelf space neatly on the floor. Oh, here's a little tidbit: candy-colored-covered novels breed. They are the bunnies of literature. I have more than 100 of them at this point and I know where the rest are hiding. It's daunting.

BUT, the office is clean, and it's as if we got an extra 140 square feet added to the house. And then, to just add to his legend, the Big Damn Hero fixed the old desk top that had been quietly decomposing for the better part of two years. It's comforting to know if the brain transplant doesn't go well, I have a backup machine for the time being, and, oh yes, I've decided on my Apple Store order, if the patient doesn't survive.

I'll keep you posted.