So the new computer has been ordered. Since last writing about my technological issues, I have had more Blue Screens of Death than I can count, and as I write this post, my fingers are crossed that I will make it all the way through before I get another one.
Typing with crossed fingers is trickier than it sounds.
It’s going to take a few weeks to arrive, because in some twist of modern technology ironic cruelty, apparently it has to be “built,” and cannot be “shipped” to me until it “exists.” In these days of instant click and next-day arrival, it’s tough to wait. They might as well be sending it via Pony Express.
Please don’t send it via Pony Express. That’s a lot of wear-and-tear before it even gets here.
So until then, I will try to meander through with this less-than-trusty steed of a laptop, hoping that it doesn’t get crotchety and buck me just as I’ve written the best sentence I’m ever going to write. Of course, then no one could dispute it when I claimed that the sentence lost was the best possible sentence in all the sentences to ever sentence, so at least there would be a glimmer of an upside.
Change keeps on happening no matter how we might feel about it. I’m a creature of habit in so many ways, but I’m trying to embrace the new. In this case, I really have no choice, because the old is rejecting me, and rather emphatically at that.
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