Sep. 19th, 2013
After all that therapy, I ought to be a bit better about not feeling that I'm "wasting time" when a fiddly task involving old computers demands patience and processing. I ought to be feeling less "bad", too, by recognizing that the computer over the treadmill is so old and out of date that it's time for it to go. When I don't want to use it because it will take so long to boot and then drag forever as it downloads updates, it's rational to acknowledge that its time has passed and that if I want to turn the exercise corner into an inviting place it's long past time for a replacement. (For now I'm going old school and putting up my region-free portable DVD player - the one that's so old the burglar passed it by.)