My iPad, which I think I've had since around the time women got the vote, is a lot like Merrick Garland. At times, it doesn't seem to want to charge. I have an appointment later today at the Genius Bar at my nearby Apple Store where one of the geniuses there will tell me how much it will cost to fix and then hint, with all the subtlety of Gallagher smashing a watermelon, that it might be easier to just buy a whole new iPad. I know how this works. That's their answer if the case has dirt on it, too.
Otherwise, I plan to spend today not going outside. I'll just sit here with the fan on and work, enjoying the one day of the year when I kind of miss Jerry Lewis a little. And I'll be occasionally peeking out the window to see if the cars are melting yet. They're saying it'll be cooler than yesterday but that's small comfort when they simultaneously issue an Excessive Heat Warning for all of Los Angeles. I think "cooler than yesterday" means, like, one degree.
Oh — and this is a preliminary thanks (more are coming) to those of you who have been donating to my own, non-Jerry telethon. I'm genuinely moved, both by contributions from folks I know and by how many are coming from names I don't recognize. Even better than the money is knowing how many people out there are getting something out of what we do here.
I will not be spending the money you send me on a new iPad but I just got a residual on the episode of the Superboy TV show I wrote in 1988. It will just about pay for one of those real cheap charging cords they sell at the CVS.