I’ve been on a forced vacation. My laptop, known as “Baby” caught a bad virus. My virus protection software didn’t pick it up.
Living without my precious Baby for a week was a rude reminder of how dependent I am on my laptop. It’s my way of writing, reading books, listening to music, watching movies – not to mention the way I earn a little extra cash and stay in touch with almost everyone I know.
A week without Baby was like being banished on a forced vacation to a desert island. The upside was that I managed to do some (but still not all) of the things in my personal life I need to do, yet have a hard time making a priority in the world that is HPSland. I cleaned out closets, cleaned out my medicine cabinet, cleaned out kitchen cabinets and starting whacking away at the jungle that is my back porch. I still have a lot of housework to do – maybe even more now that I’ve moved everything around and stirred up the dirt.
Still, as bad as it was to be computerless for a week, this wasn’t such a horrible week. I think maybe God was trying to give me a hint – take a break and take care of your own business. Message received, even if reluctantly.