Good ole clunker

I have an ancient computer that I use strictly for writing. It doesn’t have internet access, which keeps me from wiling away many hours doing “research” and updating my web pages. Its main purpose is strictly for work. However, there are some mornings when my faithful companion shows its age by sputtering, grumbling, and clunking around like an emphysematic old man.

Unfortunately, today is one of those days. The moment I really get into a scene, my ole clunker starts coughing and clearing his throat. It seems to grow louder the more I try to ignore it. Like the old man in there is saying: “Hey, little missy. What’s the big idea of keeping me awake ’til after midnight and then starting me up just after dawn? Don’t you know I’m old and I need my rest?”

But instead of listening to my ole clunker, I’ve decided to defrag his hard drive. Hopefully, that will be medicine enough to get me through the rest of today.