It is cold outside this Saturday morning, just the time to snuggle up with my latte, my blanket, and my laptop. Oh, wait, there isn't a laptop!
My husband asked me this morning if I heard the message from Circuit City. "No, what message?" I asked him with dread in my heart, knowing the answer.
"They had to send it off."
"Ugh." I poured myself another Mexican coffee and pondered what I would do.
I have been taking my turn on the new family computer, selfishly suggesting the kids go play Connect 4 so I can get some writing time. I'm not sure what I am going to do especially since my laptop was only three months old.
One thing I have done since the Christmas break laptop disaster is to warn every writer who has the habit of writing with their laptop on their lap. I just told my friend Gretchen's sister Jennifer to not do it when I saw her at the New Year's Eve dinner. She is the mom of a four-year-old and let's face it, those little ones are quick, especially when it seems there is a coffee, soda, or even water near the precious devices.
The good thing about not having my laptop is that it forces me away from my dining room office and into the kids' domain of our family room. I've watched more Disney channel, Nick, Jr., and Cartoon Network than I care to mention while I've been hanging out in their spot.
The bad thing is that I can't escape to Kaldi's and write in peace.
I will definitely get the extended warranty next time. I am also hoping and praying for a miracle that the damage is covered but something tells me I will be shelling out $300. Perhaps this will be the time to get that MacBook I've been craving like a vanilla latte. No laptop, no words, no way!