||[Mar. 16th, 2008|04:47 pm]
A few months ago I bought a swanky new laptop. 17" of sleek black Vaio goodness. "Oh my!" I thought. "The portability of this wondrous machine will surely inspire new heights of productivity." Actually, I don't usually think like that, it was more an inchoate sensation of pleasure and anticipation.
Alas, no. If anything, the fact that I could take it and pretend to myself that I was working while the TV was going and my ample rear was on the couch has been a killer*. Wayne and I were talking about that, and when I got up this morning, he'd very kindly set things up so the laptop can STAY on this desk, and what's more, I have an additional monitor to park some windows, and a mouse to use rather than pawing at the track pad and wondering where the cursor went.
And so today was PRODUCTIVE. Finished one terrorism unit, got a good chunk of the next done, wrote 1500 words on a short story, read some Fantasy subs, got my notes on a rewrite to a writer, worked on a non-fic essay (almost done, Erin, I swear :) ), and also managed to produce a loverly Ballymaloe Irish stew that's happily bubbling away right now and sending out a lovely aroma.
The only bad thing about this set-up is having to at least partially close it whenever I get up in order to avoid returning to find Raven perched on the keyboard since the docking station is a little...touchy to say the least. But for this kind of productiveness, I'd gladly do some much more painful things.
I married the Best. But I knew that already.
*I will refrain from talking about the fact it has the OS from HELL, aka Vista, on it. Dear Lord, don't even get me started.