I would be remiss if I didn’t say that one of the upsides of being married to a programmer is that when someone–sometimes he himself, but more often me or one of the kids–messes up my computer, he puts it right again. When I woke up this morning, all my bookmarks were restored and my new-and-improved Mozilla Firefox browser was working just as it should. Good thing, too, since many of the links I have saved there aren’t ones I could easily find again. Sure, I’d have no trouble making it back to the handful of message boards where I post regularly, or to my favorite news site or Swedish-English dictionary, but what if I found myself with a sudden desire to crochet an Addison Hat or dig into the history of my favorite English soap opera? Without my bookmarks I’d be up a creek, as they say.

Or, rather, without my husband I’d be up a creek (and not just because he takes care of my software problems).