iPhone raised from the dead!

I had an iPhone miracle! It plain died a couple of days ago, and nothing conventional worked, and I was about to discard it, or at least take it into the store. But I googled around and wound up at the MacRumors Forum, and a combination of suggestions worked beautifully. It is so much "hold your mouth right" . . .

1. Don't use the fancy USB cable with two buttons on the side. Use the plain one. Fortunately, I was able to find one. But that didn't work, so

2. Disconnect the cable from the USB extensor and plug it straight into the Mac, and

3. Hold your mouth right.


It restored the program and transferred all my dozens of programs and thousands of musical pieces in the course of a few minutes, and now it works like new! Google saved me a couple of hundred bucks.

This morning revealed another factor of why I felt so beat-up yesterday. I'd forgotten to take my morning pills, a pain-reliever and the anti-anxiety Klonopin. (I should have figured that one out. After dinner I was feeling all annoyed and depressed, for no real reason. Klonopin has a long half-life, 35 hours, but it was starting to burn out of my system.)

A final physical factor. Day before yesterday I realized my bicycle tires were a little soft, so before I took off, I pumped them up to iron hardness. Great for efficiency, but no wonder when I got home I felt like I'd been through a concrete mixer. The 12.5-mile loop I took to the VA, around campus, and back was also a lot bumpier than the previous (14-mile) day, which was mostly country roads.

I'm only couple of weeks out of surgery, and should turn down the macho controls.

Anyhow, no biking today; take the car to drawing studio. I will drive nothing heavier than a Windsor & Newton No. 7.

Joe