Cliff is still staying in the house most of his day, until time to go to work. The cold temperatures keep him from any outdoor odd jobs, and he has no projects going in his shop. Today I was getting ready to mop the hall and kitchen (long overdue), and he headed for his easy chair.
"Hey Cliff," I said, "Would you like to try surfing on the laptop? Your back always hurts in my computer chair, but you could use the laptop sitting right there."
"Nah," he said. "I'm afraid I'd mess something up."
"You're no likelier to mess something up on the laptop than you would be on the desktop."
"Well, I guess I could try it."
I believe we've found Cliff's way to surf: He was on the Internet for three hours, until it was time for him to get ready to go to work.
Thanks to our daughter Rachel, who spent hours on the phone in order to get our wireless router working.
Added later: Cliff read this and said, "I didn't spend 3 hours on the Internet."
"Cliff," I answered, "You signed on at 11 AM, ate your lunch while
surfing, and finally turned off the laptop at 2 because it was time to
get ready for work."