A Conversation with My Computer

Not too long ago, I had a cyber conversation with my computer. It seemed like the appropriate time to clean out a few blogs. Many of my blogs I’ve been hanging on to for evidence just in case we end up in cyber court.

The truth of the matter is that some files are no longer necessary and a few files have been stored elsewhere.

“Did she say cyber court?”

“Silly computer, there is no such thing as cyber court. I was testing you to see if you were paying attention.”

Let’s just call it a computer high colonic and leave it at that.

You see, I no longer care. My computer no longer cares. Life no longer cares.

Now, I have time to write letters to the banes of my existence – aka the HOA, AT&T and Medicare. There is always something going on with the HOA. Ugh!

“Simmer down, computer, simmer down. I will be taking you with me.”

“Thank you, Mistress. I would be very sad if you dismantled me, smashed my hard drive, and buried me in some dumpster on the other side of town.”

Enough of this … peace to all.

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