My sweetie says it had no virus, and yet–well, it’s six, maybe seven years old–my PC crashed today. The kind of crash you wish you had everything backed up on the cloud.
Oh wait. I mostly do. I think. Um.
And then… He thought it a good day to update my very out of date laptop, just to make sure at least that stayed in good shape.
Not done.
Is it ready yet?
Oh, right, sorry, I’ll check it.
Is it ready yet?
Huh. No, it isn’t, should be. (He was working from home.)
Ten programs, it said it was plowing through. Which is why I didn’t have the laptop, either.
And so an amazing amount of knitting got done, and it felt wonderful. I had a project I’d started on on old bamboos that felt like fingernails and–wait, how are our kids going to know about chalkboards?–and I’d been avoiding it.
It is done. I sent a small thank you Up There: the computer made me do it. It’s beautiful. And now I don’t ever have to use those needles again.
I’m still holding out faint hope that the same won’t be true of the PC.
And I finally got my laptop back and it warned me I needed to update some things. I decided it could wait.