He's the smartest, handsomest, kindest, nicest husband in the history of husbands.
Because he saved my computer.
I'm back up and running, sort of. My e-mail is functioning, and I'm able to connect to the Internet, which is more than I could do yesterday. B has run every virus scan known to mankind, and he thinks, knock on wood, that he's gotten all the nasty little bits of the virus that kept mutating out of the system. He's also installed a program that scans my computer constantly for bugs. He had it on his computer, which escaped infection (at least so far), and he's hoping it will both prevent further viruses from taking hold and attack any remnants of this one that might still be on the machine.
In the meantime, I'm letting my computer recuperate and the scanning program do its work. I'm not visiting any websites, not even Facebook or Twitter, out of fear of reinfection, and I'm checking e-mail only sporadically.
So I may be quiet for the next few days while we make sure there's nothing damaging left on my computer. I'll be happily working my way through my knitting queue and drinking tea, enjoying a few more days of being offline.