It all started on Tuesday when I got a phone message. It was cryptic. The Murph said he couldn’t understand the caller because he was Indian. It was from Dell Computer. I haven’t used my Dell computer since it became infected with a virus that couldn’t be extracted with dynamite. I avoided the call. On Thursday the karmic hammer slammed down. I was watching the news and planning on crosswords and early bedtime. The phone rang and for some inexplicable reason I picked up. I hate the phone. Too many hours wasted with telemarketers and relatives who don’t know how to wrap up a conversation. It was Dell. The caller was checking on the status of my computer. I told him. He listened and…