J and the computer, both.
I spent most of the day hassling with Apple and EarthLink with him semiconscious beside me. A housecall doc came and checked him out. He does not, at least not yet, seem to have pneumonia. Just a bad chest cold. No fever, lungs sound OK. Maybe the antibiotic she prescribed will pull him back from the brink. But he's mostly under, and there have been moments when I wondered if he'd come back or just keep going. Or come back, but having left another big chunk of himself behind. I don't know which way it's going to go. There's a sense of suspension, as if one breath could disturb the pans of the scale.
As for the 'pute, some mysterious corruption of my settings ultimately required me to back up my irreplaceable work and mail and bookmark files on DVDs (which terrified me) and then erase my entire hard drive and reinstall all the software. Then getting it going was glitchy, and the last step was again vaulting up bareback behind some stranger on his or her wireless. Shameless.
But maybe I'll go legit now, because a big box of accumulated mail just arrived from the friends minding (and enjoying) my studios in New York, and there was a royalty check for over $5000 in it. (For this undying book.) It wasn't the girls' fault; it was the royalty department of the famous old literary agency that assured me a couple of months back that I had called to change my address in time.
So maybe I'll go donate to some of my favorite blogs now. :)