Windows 10/11

Guess what? I’ve run out of updates.

I always paused my updates and scheduled them for once a month. Yes, I ignored the warnings until I was forced to reckon—just like when merging into one lane during highway construction, I’ll wait until I’ve run out of road. Thus, here I am at a juncture. I have to upgrade my computer to something that runs Windows 11, which means a new computer.

Now, to be fair, this was inevitable as my laptop was 9 years old, the processor approximately 10, the exclamation/number 1 key was defunct (I used the number keypad to get around this) and the screen needed warm up time. But I LOVED IT.

It worked. It words processed. I wrote novels, articles, short stories, flash on it. The laptop went with me from Chicago to Oregon to Michigan. Just like my bike, I see the computer as an extension of me and my identity. How does one trade that in?

It’s old just like me, limping along.

The new one should arrive just in time for my birthday—hopefully we can both age gracefully.