Red RoombaWhen I first moved to San Diego, I was making a nice living, and I bought a lot of silly gadgets for no other reason than that I like gadgets. One of my favorite purchases was a Roomba, a little robot vacuum cleaner that works wonderfully on my laminate floors in my 400-square-foot apartment.

I love this thing. I have a cat, and she and I both shed plenty of dark hair. I just turn this little guy loose, and he catches all the dust bunnies while I work.

Lately, he’s developed a cough. More of a moan, really. I’m fearful that my Roomba is on his way out.

As a freelance copywriter, a Roomba is not essential equipment, but the little rattle that my laptop is making right now is quite worrisome. What if my laptop goes out? I have a backup system, but who can afford $1200 for a new one right now? And my BlackBerry is giving me trouble of late with the trackball.

I have to keep all my essential equipment in tiptop shape all the time, since I can’t afford any types of catastrophe. I’m a one-woman shop with one (raspy) computer, one (sticky button) cell phone, one (cranky, outdated) all-in-one printer.  I can’t afford to replace them.

Fingers crossed here.