In case I've been missed--which I might, or might not, have been--I've been here, but not here. Sort of like a child looking through the window at an array of candy in a store. One can look, but not reach.
About a day ago, I dumped a whole quart of coffee on the keyboard.
It wasn't because anything the primitives said; it was that I looked out the window, only to see the cat Snow and the cat Decker playing "tug-of-war" with some gigantic then-dead wildlife.
Anyway, it startled me, and so I knocked a whole quart of coffee onto the keyboard.
Now, I always try to have "spares"--gotten from thrift stores and the like--on hand, most usually in case I need one, and there's 88" of snow on the ground outdoors.
I thought I had a spare keyboard, but oooops, I didn't.
Well, I wasn't going to bother making an 80-mile round trip for another $1.99 keyboard from the big city; and so waited until this afternoon.
Anyway, I'm up and running again, with this new keyboard, and four others stashed in a closet, all gotten from the Salvation Army thrift store for $1.99 each.
It's good to be on the other side of the window now.