My computer is in the hospital for about a week. She needs triple bypass surgery and possibly a new kidney. I feel like sitting at her bedside in ICU, holding her hard drive in my hands, and whispering life saving code.
She went in several days ago and sadly, I feel as though I lost a portion of my brain. My computer runs my life. This is a testing of my faith. I am Peter standing on the water about to look down.
Ok. So maybe I dramatized my separation anxiety a bit, but it’s unsettling not checking my email every hour. If you email me with earth shattering news, I may not be found!
FringeMan has a computer – the great grandpappy of my laptop. It rests on an old desk in the little space off our bedroom. I can’t sit in that room for more than ten minutes or I run the risk of frostbite. There’s no heat in there.
Besides, all my bookmarks are in ICU with my computer. If you don’t hear from me for a week, you were bookmarked.
I am trusting the doctor, FringeMan’s friend, with the past six years of my life in photos. Turns out my pictures take up more real-estate than both kids, their toys, my clothes, and FringeMan’s guns. I had to buy my pictures a home of their own – an external hard drive.
Yes, I trust the good doc. He is the computer man for the school district and he knows my laptop well.
I just love her more.
Thank you all for the birthday wishes. I’ll tell you all about my birthday soon. It was a very, very good day. And, it only snowed a little. 😉