In the Lusty Month of May

We forgot to say "Rabbitt, rabbitt" this morning to mark the new month, and bad luck has followed already. Our copy of the New York Times failed to arrive on our door (incidentally, this means there will be no Who Won? this week, for better or worse), and around 5:30 in the press box at Arco Arena Michael's computer died. Though obviously the sort of inconvenience that borders on torment, this will probably force him to get his computer, which has been flickering on and off the power supply for weeks, looked at. In fact I passed a place called the Computer Panacea on D St just this evening.