Rats!

I knew this day was coming; it had to be inevitable. But I didn't expect it this soon.

I typed away on my laptop at home this morning on a project I wanted to have posted to a course site by noon, and I got it just the way I wanted it. But the website had timed out, I forgot to copy the text before I saved it, and saving cast it off somewhere into the ether. I had to do it over.

I got to the office a while ago, handled some immediate business, and opened a new file, determined this time to capture the text in Word and copy it over to the website, thereby skirting the possibility of being timed out. (And Word has gotten pretty good about recovering documents if something happens before I save.)

But it's turning into a miserable experience. I'm sitting at my desk, typing on my full-size, high quality keyboard with my dual 19-inch monitors to display my work (and lots of other stuff if I want it, like, right now, this blog...), and I hate it.

I want my laptop back. And my easy chair. And my dog.

When I first got a laptop, Soldier Son had told me I might as well get rid of my PC; I stubbornly held onto it for a couple of years, at least, although I seldom turned it on. Until today, I have often bounced into the office, ready to go to work on the nice office PC with the dual monitors and plenty of space to blow things up to as big as I wanted them to be. (And better speakers if I wanted to watch a video.)

But SS was right: I thought I'd be able to regenerate the missing file in a matter of minutes on the "business" equipment, but today I officially want my laptop back.

And I have miles to go before I sleep.