Chrome to the Rescue

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I put coffee on to brew and sat at my desk. I pushed the little power button on the PC tower and waited. Then I waited some more. I can't say how long because I was still asleep.However, at some point, I realized that nothing was happening. No little green lights appearing, monitor screen still blank. A flurry of unplugging and replugging then ensued. There was no response. My computer had died from unknown causes. Figures. Just when I was ready to return to myLot, my computer dies. There was only one thing to do. I stole into the bedroom of my sleeping son and stole his laptop. And this is where Chrome came to the rescue. Sometimes I resent Google's intrusive tracking of everything I do, but when you have to sign in on a strange computer it comes in handy. Sign into Google and all of your familiar sights are there. All your bookmarks and all your idiosyncrasies are synced through your account. Of course, this is still taking an age and a half to type because I cannot type on laptops. It is so bad, that I am tempted to speak a post to the tablet, but some of the things that the tablet thinks it hears and puts down in text would definitely violate myLot guidelines. Still, none of this would be possible without Google's nosy nature. Thank you, Chrome.