Well, after getting the computer operational again, we kept getting a message that the printer and the computer were no longer on speaking terms. We were not aware that there was a problem, but there it was. Two pieces of equipment shunning each other. We are trying to get our tax paperwork organized. Tim is still applying for jobs, and needs cover letters done. We needed to reconcile this equipment's relationship, so we dragged out the self help books, we dragged out the disks. We were trying our best.
It must have been quite the argument.
These two were still not speaking after two long days.
Tim got home from Pittsburgh today, and asked me if I'd fixed the computer. Had to tell him no. He pulled the printer forward to take another look at things. Oh, me of little faith! I uttered the fateful (and sarcastic) words. "I've already done all that, Tim. It still won't work." He muttered something back, and I said, "Yep. And this time, we'll get a miracle."
The words no sooner left my mouth then the printer sprang to life. Tim had not yet touched anything. It just began to work.
Dear God, forgive my unbelieving.
And thanks, too.