Xmas morning, Sister’s s/o (significant other) was sound asleep. Sister drug out her three laptops, and an airport base station, network cards, wires, cables, power adaptors, and looked at me, “You’re my big brother, you can make it all work.”
Three separate systems, three different kinds of apples, I’m not much for this cybernetic husbandry.
Pa Wetzel plays barista, too. Sister was seriously wound tight after her third or fourth homemade Egg Nog Cappuccino.
“I don’t think she needs anymore caffeine.”
merry xmas.
