This essay began as a note to my newsletter subscribers and ballooned into this. Over at Dappled Things:

Andrea (not her real name) is my new, doctor-prescribed psychotherapist. Because I have bipolar disorder and ADHD, I have the pleasure of visiting medical offices with the words “behavioral health” blazoned upon the signage. I had skipped out on psychotherapy for months after my previous therapist left the practice, but when the erratic mood swings, paranoia, and suicidal ideations started happening, my psychiatrist insisted I get back down to business.

Read the rest here.

Mac Problems: Planned obsolescence. My hand-me-down laptop was already too old for Catalina, let alone Big Sur. It's still running High Sierra. 🐢

Novelist Problems: I'm in the middle of round one edits and Word keeps crashing. Presumably because of said OSX issues. 😱

Mom Problems: I have an iMac that I use for graphic design work (also too old to upgrade to Big Sur), but I can't use it because my fifteen-month-old climbs furniture (bye-bye, desk), whacks the keyboard, and pulls the cord out of the back of the computer. 😱

COVID Problems: I have no place to move the desk. Everyone's working and schooling from home. Seven people in a lovely but modest-sized home? We've run out of space.

But...

Though I was hoping to hold off on a new computer for a few more years, I knew this business purchase needed to happen. And we have savings.

You win, Apple. Take my money.