Well, I thought a couple of weeks ago that my tv was dying and I was mistaken (so far!). However, my printer has died: faulty switch, which makes me wonder if its nocturnal startups were less ghostly and more mechanical.
The timing is horrible: I have just enough money to get me through Dublin, since I cannot invoice the Man from Philadelphia until I am back, but I do believe that on the 21st, when my social security lands in the bank I can order a new printer.