Or something like that. Fired up the iMac this morning and things seemed fine for a minute or two and then it froze. A reboot provided me with an overlapping series of error messages, none of which I could click. Several more reboots, and a few amateur tricks did no good either, so I had to call Apple Care. I will say, they do a great job, starting with having a Toll Free number.
One thing after another was tried, to no avail. Diagnosis was finally a snowballed software glitch (yes, that’s a real thing). Solution? Wipe the hard drive, baby.
That sounds severe, but it’s not – if you have a Mac and if you use Time Machine. This isn’t the first time it’s saved my bacon. So, booting from the OS installation disk, which I just happened to know where I’d put it, I ran a complete system restore, from the Time Machine backup done yesterday afternoon. There was another one late last night, but I believe it’s always best to skip one back.
Two hours and 38 minutes later, 1,750,000 files later, a few hundred applications later, here I am, back – as the saying goes – in business.