My laptop died Friday. After three years of faithful service it simply quit turning on. So, alas, I'm in mourning.
It's amazing how dependent I've become on the porability of writing, taking it with me to sports practices, to my husband's office, on vacation. Now I'm tethered to a desk again and it is hard. Hard to sit in this chair. Hard to make the time to be in that room.
A new one is on its way, but until it arrives, my word count decreases, my novel creeps along, and my blog is neglected.
Good-bye, dear laptop. You served me well.