Two lines have defined the weekend. The first was on Friday in Green Hills at the Apple Store, where we waited thirty minutes or so to line up a "Genius" at the Genius Bar to have a look at my Mac mini. The diagnosis was not good, but expected. The hard drive had keeled over and would need to be replaced. I also learned a lesson about backups and how fortunate one is to have them. It becomes difficult to believe, but there are files on that drive that were well over ten years old.
The second line was the one we stood in for breakfast this morning at the Pancake Pantry in Hillsboro Village. We arrived just in time to beat the morning rush (a line that often stretches out the door, around the corner and just about across the street), and had the pleasure of being herded around like cattle. But it was worth it.