For those that don’t know, my husband is in a wheelchair following a stroke. The brain injury means that, while he can see, he can’t always process what he’s seeing. His cognitive skills are not what they were, but because he’s in his head, he can’t recognise the degeneration.
Being outside of his head, I can. Especially when his issues come together in a perfect storm which involves him running into my laptop and breaking the screen. Halfway through NaNoWriMo.
Reader, there was much swearing and lots of tears.
I’m currently using an old, ropy machine. I’ve worked out a budget for December and I can afford a replacement. Just before Christmas is bad timing, but this is my career. It’s a necessary expense if I’m to pursue it.