When I got home, on a Saturday night…well, I did not see “the Englishman who could last till three” running out my back door, but I did sit down at my laptop.  Then I heard it.  The slight clicking, like tapping your fingernail on the window.  You guessed it.  My hard drive was toast.  Sure, I could have tried to fix it and maybe (but not likely) squeeze out another day or two, but the sign was ominous, even if the sound wasn’t:  My hard drive was toast. Gone. Dead.  I had exactly until the OS tried to page something in or out of memory time to continue what I was doing, then my computer would die.  So what to do?  It’s not like I could save any files!  And the more I did, the more likely the thing would page out.  Say goodnight, go to sleep. Deal with it tomorrow.

So my hard drive was dead.  Sixty Gigabytes of data gone in the span of a few short “clicks”.  Catastrophe?  Not at all.  I had started backing up with Time Machine a few weeks ago, and just last week I attached my backup drive to the network (using Airdisk on an AEBS).  I knew I had a full backup, and more importantly a recent full backup.  How recent?  I didn’t know yet.  But I slept well.  

Fast forward to Sunday.  My options were to take the whole kit to the Mac store or to get a new drive and go to town.  I dismissed the former option: first, I was out of warranty.  Second, there’s a tiny hairline crack …
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