My laptop has come down with a nasty virus. This is on the heels (or the wheels?) of our van needing more extensive repair than we cross-our-fingers-scrunch-our-nose-close-our-eyes-and-grimace were hoping.
My children have rediscovered their mother (who has not spent all day trying to feverishly fit a lesson in between allrecipes reviews and Google reader). We have sewn together, read together, cleaned together, played outside together, and even ((once)) napped together.
And friends!! They've come here, we've gone there. We've tea-partied and leaf-jumped, tractor-rode and marshmallow-oozed.
I miss my laptop.
I have little worthwhile to say, but my fingers do enjoy the typing.
So when I can steal Ethan's laptop to get a few words in edgewise, I will.
And when I can't? I'll try to remember how to use a cookbook and where the knitting needles are. And we'll be thankful for the real wide world of webs that sways just outside our door. And maybe, just maybe, if my computer does get fixed, it will only be a "come back when you can't stay so long" kind of friend, and not a constant companion.