All lap-topped out.

Stupid computers. Stupid, stupid computers. My lap-top has typed its last letter, poor thing. My husband is trying to get it to work again, so there's hope for it. As I type now, I'm using my husband's computer, which to me is like driving someone else's car-- you get used to your own and you feel like a stranger in a foreign country as you crawl your way through unfamiliar grounds.

This keyboard seems to be twice the size of my lap-top's keyboard, so I'm constantly hitting the wrong keys as I go along here. Plus, my lap-top keyboard is quiet-- except for the clicking of my fingernails on the keys. This keyboard has sounds of its own as I press on the keys... a click-clacking symphony that is very distracting. How in the world does my husband do so much work on this thing with all of this noisy interference? Plus, this computer has a mouse that's attached with a wire--- the mouse on my lap-top is right on the keyboard. As I try to use this silly mouse on my husband's computer, the cursor goes flying all over the screen like Superman. Supermouse?

The cats don't know what to make of this.... they're used to me sitting at my own desk in my sitting room across the hall. Now I'm in at a bigger desk, sitting in a bigger chair, and I feel like Lily Tomlin as Ernestine-- sitting in a too-big chair with her feet not touching the floor.

I can check my eMail on this machine...... but that's not the same either. My address book is in my lap-top, so unless I remember the exact eMail addresses of everyone I write to, I can't even send them an eMail unless they send one to me first so I can hit the "reply" button and get back to them. With all my complaints about having a lap-top in the first place, I have missed it these last few days.

Oh well, this too shall pass. Stupid computers.