All the while, though, I had a dream of a glorious 22" monitor! Twenty-two inches meant two word documents open side by side for easy viewing (I like to have my characters/places document open at the same time that I'm writing my novels). Twenty-two inches meant bigger text without it running off the sides of the page. Twenty-two inches was just plain cool!
Which is why last weekend, during the Memorial Day sales, I bought myself the most beautiful 22" flat screen monitor ever made.
(Desktop image not mine)
After we got it home and installed, and I'd cooed over it like it was a newborn baby, I called my mom to tell her the wonderful news. As I was chatting away on the phone, staring with wonder and love at my gorgeous new Samsung, I heard the faint sounds of an ethereal woman's voice singing a song of joy. It was a faint song, like the downstairs neighbors had their music on. I turned to Cody and asked him if he heard it too. Nope. Neither did my mom on the other end of the line. It was only me. Me and my beautiful monitor. I guess it was singing to me.