I dropped my new camera at work.
After I swore for about five minutes in front of the little old ladies then apologized, I shelved the books that had been marked, called the geezer with my broken heart, and took the camera to the repair shop where the other one is waiting for parts. I pleaded Christmas gift. They moved it ahead of all the others in the shop, and if it is fixable, it will be ready Tuesday.
I have to believe it is repairable.