Your heart's in the right place.

My new computer is sitting on my bed, ready and waiting for me to take an evening to set everything up. I anticipate several days' frustration over things like the physical keyboard layout and the GUI of Windows 10. Thankfully, I've got plenty of cider in the fridge.

I'd spent the morning in deep frustration on the phone, calling post office helplines to find out that in fact the packages were delivered, I just hadn't been notified by the front door staff. As glad as I was to get my stuff, I stayed grouchy about it until I hit the hard reset of a gym visit - and I swear, when I walked back through the front doors, the man on duty handed me the computer package.

And I hugged it to my chest.

I've got a password manager set up, so that's a lot fewer things to worry about. I need to back up my current stuff to make a full transfer, from bookmarks to files, and see about navigating around before I settle in to do any work. It doesn't have a removable battery, which I find downright bizarre, but as I'll be using it as a very slim desktop, I don't think I'll worry too much about that part.