Goodbye, H, And Farewell, Old Girl

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I concede that that’s a disgusting sight. It’s the keyboard of my five year old Macbook Air, which has finally given up the ghost. The H key popped off, and can’t be put back on. There is a nest of dog hair under the key, which makes sense, given that I do most of my writing with Roscoe by my side. (You can see his doggy follicles elsewhere on the keybo…