Big Mac Attack

I lost my will to communicate yesterday, laid flat by an ancient laptop that gave up the ability to connect to wifi. So I marched Paul and family to the PX on RAF Lakenheath, held my breath, and joined the legions of Mac devotees with the purchase of a MacBook Pro 13. It's small by the standards of my terrible vision, but it actually works!

I have instructed everyone under our collective roof: HANDS OFF.