I guess it's like leaving your children with a babysitter the first time...
Miles and I felt the need to visit our computers at the office both Saturday and Sunday. They look so lonely every evening as we leave. This is hard, leaving our babies. How do you know an office to be a good computer care provider? How do you get rid of that fear that they will come to see the office as their owner instead of you? How do you live with the fact that the office will witness so many precious computer moments that you will miss?
I have decided that the collective answer is that you don't. Our computers—my darling Michelangelo, Miles' dear Morgan—will always love us, they will always know our roles in their lives.
This is a transition. Transitions are hard...oft harder on the guardian than the ward. We shall survive this...
