Where, oh where has my little MacBook Air gone; oh where, oh where could it be?
Oh yeah, still at the Apple repair facility and not in my hands to write a book with. I miss having a portable Mac on my lap, tapping the keys into oblivion to get my next collection of thoughts into the word processor before I forget them.
If I had the money, I would have already replaced it with a new 15in MacBook Pro with Retina screen, 16GB of RAM and a 512GB SSD.
But, no. I have no Mac. I am sad.