Too late. My preference is about 10:15PM or so, but MrsT has a knack for starting something she needs help with right as I’m going back - last night it was some crap with downloading videos from Facebook - I don’t have Facebook and haven’t been on it for years, yet I’m supposed to be able to just rattle off, “Yeah, click this, then that, right-click the other thing, and there you have it.”
What’s worse, she sits in her recliner with her laptop, and that’s her “office,” so she has client folders and documents and bills and receipts stacked all around her like a fortress, and I have 59yo-needs-progressive-spectacles eyes, so I’m expected to be able to do some kind of Twister tai chi around all her stuff to see her screen and tell her what to click, because she refuses to hand her laptop over.
So there I am, one foot contorted around one pile of papers, another foot braced against the chair, and sorry for the TMI, but I’m heading to bed, so I’m butt naked, tackle hanging out all over the place, and I’m telling her, “Move your laptop, I can’t see it…I can’t see it…move it closer…I think that says Security, but I can’t tell…click that…no, that that, not that other that…then move your elbow if you don’t want me dangling on you, I’m trying to see!…”