Fast Lane, Methinks
Tuesday. My main computer went pop last night. I was hoping a power supply, but it was the motherboard and it taught me how addicted I am to computers. I took it down to the local computer store and bought some reasonably high end components - motherboard, CPU, RAM, graphics card, power supply - and paid not a small amount more than what I would have had to pay Dell (with whom we have a special price arrangement at work) in order to get it back up and running this evening.
It's faster, yes. It's quieter, somewhat. It taught me I need to sort out the cables and dust and miscellaneous devices that are piled behind my desk, yes. And it taught me I'm not much of a techie when I essentially hire other folks (who, I am sure, made out very well on the transaction) to take care of my own equipment. But they did it quickly and here I am writing death defying prose after less than a day out of the water.
I did have a thought this morning about going to Laguna Seca this Friday. How about I don't go? How about I stay home and vegetate? I was surprised at the emotional lift I got from the thought. I will think about this for a couple of days. I will go to Laguna Seca and I will shoot some pictures, as I am running low on photographs, but then again maybe I won't. That's enough thinking for one day, don't you think?
Wednesday. Off to work, lunch at a local Mexican restaurant consisting of rice, beans, chips and two bottles of beer. Not a lot of rice, beans and chips, splitting them as I did with MRE and two bottles of beer is about a bottle more than I'd like if I had to actually be productive when I returned, but I've got an early evening conference call that starts at six, so I returned to the apartment to kick back and write this before turning around and heading back (head clear of beer) to the office. Life in the fast lane, methinks.