RIP Chief.
On Saturday, February 27 (or possibly Sunday, February 28), in a fit of Olympic madness (i.e., not sticking around long enough for the gold medal hockey game or the dancing inflatable beavers), Chief suffered a synaptic break which rendered it next to useless. It is not clear what prompted this sad turn of events - possibly the use of the alarm being set for an early Sunday morning wake up (which goes against all good manners as Sundays should be reserved for lie ins) or the (equally poor mannered) early morning phone call received from my friend John (aka Johnny-Sparkles). In any event, after much pounding of the keyboard, syncing, rebooting and restoring attempts, Chief, age 213 days, was declared gone as of 2:48 p.m., March 1, 2010. The world is a lot less brighter today. Chief was well travelled having been to Toronto, Muskoka, D*C in Atlanta and the 2010 Winter Olympic Games in Vancouver. It was a pleasure having been its companion on those great adventures as well as the numerous car rides at higher than posted rates of speed around Alberta. In a world already dark due to post-Olympic blues, Kiki will struggle to carry on.
*moment of silence*
All hail Chief 2 arriving in 3-5 business days (or sooner)!
And yes, I owe a Day Three thru Five Olympic Wrap Up ... but let's show a little respect for my pocket buddy first shall we?!?