My computer crashed a few days ago. I'm trying not to think of all the things I might not have backed up recently. And I'm having to steal time on my son's or my daughter's computer if I need to do computer-type things.
But for some reason I'm not upset. I'm not anxious. A strange peace just lays there where panic should reside at the crashing of one's computer.
Don't know why, but I think it will all work out in the end. Somehow.
If I need to write, I have pen and paper. If I need to blog or email, I have the computers of my offspring. And If I'm bored, I guess I can always clean something.... nah. Why go to extremes?