More recently I was trying to get out of the way of a car in our sidewalk-less neighborhood, when my backpack unzipped itself and the computer flung itself to the street. It survived with some dents, but it doesn't close all the way any more. And it now makes some sad noises from time to time.
It is also glacially slow. Reading an email message can take five minutes. Clicking back and forth between two word documents leaves you staring at the colorful spinning wheel until you practically reach a trance-like state.
I would love to buy a new computer right this minute, but I don't want to put it on a credit card, and we don't have the cash right now.
So I'm hoping all the waiting and waiting and waiting is teaching me patience.