So, over on The Left Field, it was pointed out to me that the Time Machine capabilities of MacOS are worth looking at.
I kill - as is my wont - two birds with one stone. One of my kids needs a computer anyway...This confluence of sublunary circumstance manifests a Macbook Air Chez McGrath. All is a haze of purple-tinged wonderfulness for a couple of days and then ...
A degree of hand pressure on the lid that would be utterly harmess to, say, a Thinkpad X61 evinces a sickening CRACK,
One busted Macbook Air screen. Googling around, we console ourselves with the fact that we are not alone. Then we gasp at the cost of a replacement screen.
That is where we are at now. Gasping. Dunno where we go from here.