
The reason I mention this all this is that it seems to be a convenient segue to a notion I have that I may be far too dependent on these computing machines. I mean, as tools they are marvelous, but I believe I have become emotionally attached to mine. I do not notice this obsession until my computer fails to work right or does not work at all. Then I become morose and edgy, ill at ease and even slightly depressed. Am I really that tied to its data and document files? I suppose so, because I am feeling much better today. Now, just as soon as I can get the new Windows partition that my son Dan installed last night to recognize the new CD/DVD drive, I will be on top of the world!
