Postcards from the Imagination

This morning I was checking my email on a laptop that was in the throes of an extended death rattle. This evening I'm whipping through cyberspace on a brand-new laptop almost faster than I can click. Now who do you suppose is responsible for this dramatic reversal of fortune? I'll give you three clues. He's smart, passionate, and damn sexy. He even made dinner while I played around with my new [work] toy! Of course, he's just as wonderful when not he's not spoiling me, and if I'm lucky, it's not for the gift. I don't know if I can describe what it's like to have a crush that more than two years of familiarity and requital have done little to moderate. Perhaps I shouldn't try. Perhaps I'll just say that it's so.