dream theater and other things

Last night, or probably more accurately this morning, I was dreaming that a couple I know from a curling club in another state - people I like very much but don't really know very well at all - were renewing their wedding vows, and had asked me to officiate at the ceremony. Somehow in the course of planning I learned that this would in fact be their third wedding to each other, rather than just their second; they'd originally married when they were eighteen or nineteen, and it hadn't worked out, but a few years later they'd got back together for good. (I have no reason to have the slightest suspicion that this is the case in real life.) And then I spent a lot of time trying to find the right quote about a Shakespearean couple with the same kind of history. I couldn't find the passage I was looking for in The Merchant of Venice, because the couple I was thinking of was Beatrice and Benedick, of whom this is also not true.

Then I woke up when the alarm had been going for two full minutes and I hadn't even heard it, so Himself, whom I adore, had to shake me awake because otherwise I might never have moved.

My computer continued to freak out, and this morning it wouldn't even reboot. So when I got to work I made an appointment at the Genius bar, and the Genius said his diagnostics showed that there are some burgeoning faults with my hard drive, and also I don't have enough RAM for human purposes anyway. My choices are (1) do a full backup and then reformat the hard drive [free]; (2) install a brand-new hard drive [$70-100]; (3) buy a brand-new computer [probably the sky's the limit]. This ascending order also pertains to the longevity of each solution. So I brought the thing home and it's working okay right now and I'm backing the hell up out of it. (Or however we're dividing "back up". I don't know.)