Should Be

There are things I should be doing. Like the dishes. Or picking up the living room from the remnants of yesterday's birthday party. I should be sorting through a mountain of papers that Wendell removed from the computer desk, which is now some sort of cleansed shrine to the brand spanking new iMac.

But I'm not. It's Halloween and Beck had had all the fun he could handle, so I'm at home to hand out candy to the handful of trick-or-treaters who are coming by, while Beck watches the umpteenth episode of "Dora Boots" after eating some "nacks" from his trick-or-treat bucket.

Really, I'm playing on the iMac and learning that I need to press the space bar much harder than I did on my PC, if I want to create somewhat intelligible sentences and not have itlooklikethis. I am also disappointed to discover that pressing the "end" button no longer takes my curser to the end of the line.

So, there are adjustments in honeymoon phase. But let me tell you, I'm in love. The mouse, oh my, the mouse is awesome. So sleek and sexy. And fast. It's hard to describe, but it's beautiful.