Meet Ted.

I’ve known him for about 16 years now, and a better friend nobody could want or have.

A hottie, yes?

Well, the other day I had a dream about him.

Not so much about *him*, but he’s the reason for the subject matter of this particular dream.

Before I met him, I had a smidgen of computer smarts, hardly enough to even call them that, but a bit.  I’ve learned a lot since then, and 99.9% of it from Ted.  I’m sure he’s had to bite his tongue a time or two, and probably wonders why it takes so much repetition for me to finally learn something so simple!  But after 16 years of his expert tutoring, I’m actually seen by others (folks at work, family, a few other friends) as being a computer geek who they can turn to if they need computer help.  Generally, I can help them, and not blow up their machines in the process.  If I don’t know the answer to what are usually fairly simple issues, I can refer them to someone who can.

The dream?  I only remember a bit of it.  (I’m not one who wakes up with a clear memory of my dreams) It did have to do with sliding something in and out.