in the converted bedroom the computer desk now resides. Technology abounds for the technologically ignorant. But we plod and persist. The ipod touch ever present for music from Pandora and any messages on Facebook. The note pad for thoughts. The two computer laptops, the monitor unhooked, waiting a tower. The remote with TV just to the left. The books, mainly reference, the old Mizpah book first in line, the angel calendar and the coffee mug with the Duncan Doughnut coffee from the Kreups machine.
The frantic hand raised to the heavens for help too.
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