*Click* with a yawn my screen wakes up and I'm ready for another day. She’s sitting in her chair with a Mt. Dew next to me. The questions come to me in a sleepy rush. Is she browsing, will she chat; maybe it’s editing, or is it her work? I check my clock to see with dread that it’s 10:00 at night. Oh no…anything but this! I feel her flash drive plug in and the mouse opening Microsoft. Dear God help us both. As the program opens, she clicks for the files. Oh the files.
“Come on baby. Please work for me!” she whispers to me as she pats my head.
“I’ll try, but please be patient.” I beg as each file opens.
She immediately opens YouTube and then Facebook. Great