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Woof Woof And Wire Management

Richard Thompson be the deal here

The in-laws are hopping a southbound jet, so pawning off their puppy to pack with us next week, and for a week. He’s a little North Shore Havanese dude in drastic need of some inner city street creed. And we’re all in… and looking forward to Bandit hanging with us.

Since Coda the puppy passed in April, maintenance on this abode has been minimal. And I’ve added to the lack of policing the day to day clutter by repeatedly changing and reconfiguring my home office. And I’ve made the dining room my office “makeover” staging area that’s quietly acting on SNZ’s patience.

But that doesn’t mean my office is now done. In fact, the …writing on two monitors variation is now in play, and on the way. As age has successfully argued for the initial constricted concentration of drafting on a laptop, while a second and larger monitor begs the question….why not edit that tripe you just typed? That sorta makes sense to me.

And I’ve been trying it from time to time, as I have already setup a Mac and monitor, not mirrored, but two screen. But the rub is, that duet doesn’t sit on my main desk, and to make that so, is the Oh NO of tearing down and rewiring all the damn wire management. A true pain in the, crawl around and under the desk…damnit… pain in the ass.

But this little Bandit and his week away visit, knows nothing about the wire management in older inner city dwellings. Coda the puppy knew. Ball near a wire…stop. That aside, looking ahead to a swell time.


I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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