I have to get up sensibly early tomorrow - to meet at a co-worker’s house ahead of a fairly long journey “up country”. Everybody vaguely technical in the company I work for is travelling to a hotel for a couple of days - a tech conference “of the staff, for the staff” - or something like that. I’m not entirely sure, if I’m entirely honest. I’m going to be presenting during the afternoon, which will be fun.
My other half has designs on taking over the junk room while I’m away - working from home, and spreading her work Macbook, iPhone and whatever else out across the workspace I normally inhabit.
I used to own a Mac.
I still have an old iMac in the attic.
The whole family had iPhones for a little while too.
We’ve all ended up with chromebooks and pixel phones at home, mostly because we can buy Chromebooks for all five of us for the same price as one Macbook - and given that all we ever want to do is write an email, message a friend or watch YouTube, there’s not much point having anything more.
I’ll studiously ignore the leviathan hiding under the desk that runs the flight simulator. It probably draws as much power as the rest of the electrical devices in the house combined.
Anyway.
I should go have a wash, and try to find a wash-bag for the trip tomorrow. I’m packing light - wallet, phone, a change of shirt, underwear and socks, a washbag, and my work computer. That’s it. Oh - and some charging cables.
Who wants to lay bets that the next blog post will come from the hotel room?