I’ve been waiting for almost three months, and today is the day. You can’t imagine how excited, annoyed, and thrilled I am. Give me a minute. Let me back up and tell you the entire story.
My trusty laptop is past its prime. It started exhibiting a few red flags last year. When I purchased this machine back in 2010, it was state-of-the-art. But now, the updates won’t update unless I update the bios and a bios upgrade is no longer available. As much as I loathe the process, it was time to bite the bullet and buy a new machine. So, in December, the selection process began.
I poured over reviews, talked to my friends in the know, visited stores to touch and feel and evaluate the contenders. I made my decision. It surprised no one to learn that my best option required a special, made-to-order machine. The website showed an expected ship date of February 14. I crossed my fingers and hit the “Buy” button.
True to form, February 14 was not the actual ship date. Nope, it shipped last week. I have watched its steady progress from Shanghai to Anchorage, Alaska, where it sat for a couple of days. Clearing customs can take a while. Then it preceded to Ft. Worth, Texas, Memphis, Tennessee, and then to Chicago. FedEx says it will be delivered by noon today.
Assuming everything is in working order, I can begin the set-up process and migrate everything to the new machine. Wee, doesn’t that sound like fun? Not. There is a reason I perform this exercise only once every decade. I’ll be lucky if I fully finish before next Christmas.
Did you write yesterday? Are you writing today?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer