The computer seems to be working. For the moment, anyway. All files have been backed up. I think.

The rental turned out to be Finding Neverland, a happy little movie about death and imagination. We quite enjoyed it. Owen woke up coughing right at the end, so he sat in my lap in the rocking chair and saw the Peter Pan staging. He didn’t remember it specifically the next morning, but we had to play pirates all day long.

However, as I haven’t used up my whine quota yet today: It claimed to be “Inspired by True Events.” You know, as opposed to all those False Events one hears so much about these days. Is there some rule that fictionalized memoir-type movies have to make up their own descriptive phrase? Really, had “Based on a True Story” and “Inspired by Actual Events” been so overused as to have lost all meaning?

Up next: “Based on Actual Occurrences Involving Real People, Except the Parts There is No Record Of, Which We Imagined or Invented (Out Of Necessity). A Few Scenes Were Entirely Made Up, For Plot Development Purposes. Also, Some Names Have Been Changed.”