My computer has become my Velveteen Rabbit, careworn and real. It is tediously slow, the lines skip up to other places at times, it is shabby and tired. Really, it needs to be put out in the pasture, to communicate with all the other poor computer souls who have seen better days.
Still, I struggle with it, remember better days when speed was fast and letters fell in the right places. When it didn’t freeze on me or delete whole passages. This is mostly meant to say I will be working on the computer when it lets me. Now I need to think of something worth writing about.